Well, I’m glad I’m not the only one who thinks my neighbors are complete d-bags. I mean seriously, who does that? But alas, I must move on…
It’s Friday so get ready for another installment of: AFTF. Look at that! I made my own little acronym. Word.
1. My July Birchbox. I know I’m a wee bit late on this but, OMG. I looooved this month’s shipment. Not only did I get a set of neon earbuds (so I can have the flashiest earbuds in all the land), but I also got another BB Cream to try and sparkly Stila lipgloss that I may have blown through in 2 weeks time.
I also got some mints (always great for a salesperson to have in her purse), a perfume sample (meh) and this blue nail polish from Color Club that I’ve gotten precisely 47 compliments from since I slathered it on a few days ago.
Ew, my hands are kind of veiny…
2. I had the bright idea to let them perform a Body Composition Test on me at my new gym, just for shits and gigs. Um… worst idea ever. Not only was I unpleasantly surprised by the numbers that printed out on that god-awful little report, but I realized that I really have been slacking since I dropped close to 30 pounds 2 years ago for my wedding. I know getting back into the swing of things has been a huge step in the right direction, and I haven’t had a sip of alcohol since last Saturday, but I’ve definitely got some work to do and it’s slightly depressing.
3. Speaking of moving in the right direction, I also took the advice of a trainer I met with and signed up for My Fitness “Pal”. I use the term “pal” loosely because this sonofabitch tells me I should only have 1200 calories a day. W.T.F.? I mean, for the love of God, I think I would faint sometime around 10:30am every single day if I stuck with that. The trainer did tell me I should really be somewhere around 1700-1800 a day, so I’m going to go ahead and follow her advice. And as much as my addictive personality tends to get a little out of control when I do things like food journal and count calories, I’m going to make sure I use it as just a tool and not so much as a live and breathe bible situation. The struggle is that when I work out consistantly, I am pretty much starving all the time. But no pain no gain, so I’m going to just do the best I can and try and just be healthy.
So that’s it friends, I hope you all have nice relaxing weekends! I’d be lying if I dind’t tell you that I am more than a little excited to reunite with my dear friend booze this evening. After the gym, of course.
PS- sorry if me talking about food or exercise is something that causes a trigger for anyone, please just disregard my stream of consciousness ramblings on these matters as I just felt the need to vent, and I like getting people’s feedback who are in similar situations. Loveyoumeanit.