I guess it's a good thing I have such good girlfriends here. I'm so happy Brittany (the platinum blonde with the curly hair) is living here now. When I went to Northeastern she was a KD that I looked up to SO MUCH. Seriously I wanted to be just like her. She's wanted to move out here for a while but moved to NYC after graduation because of her parents. She still wanted to move here after two years there, so she just did it. Brave, huh!? Anyway. We also have another sister from Northeastern that lives here that I haven't maintained a lot of contact with but she's closer with Brittany than I was and she's still awesome and I love her, Kristin. So on Sunday we all went wine tasting with my best friend Cassie.
And my aunt Tracey bought me this wine holder (which I'll also use for whiskey and tequila...):
So anyway. Now to the stuff nobody probably wants to hear about so you might as well stop reading. I've been doing a lot of thinking this week, and a lot of slacking off in the working out department, but I think I had a little wee bit of a breakthrough this morning, hence this post.
I really got to thinking about my 'weight loss' I've been neglecting and why that is. The truth is, I really don't have *that* much more to lose. I already made it to 20 pounds lost and that's awesome. I'm also a better runner than I was, well, ever. Realistically, if I could just have some self control and discipline and keep this up, I could lose the last 20 pounds I really need to to get to my ideal weight/size/health level before the summer is even over. So what the hell is the problem??? It's like I'm complacent. But I'm really not happy with myself. In all honesty, I was more able to look in the mirror naked before I started losing weight and be ok with what I saw than I am now. Even though I'm very obviously smaller than I was a few months ago. My skin is also healthier. My hair is too. And I'm not so freaking exhausted anymore because I don't work insane, unreasonable hours. I love my job. But yet there's still something that's hurting me and I don't know what it is. Maybe I'm just PMSing and in a week I'll look back at this and think I was crazy. Who knows.
Needless to say I'm in a funk. Anyone got any ideas on how to get out of it???
In other, happier news, this weekend will be very DIY. My mom and I are swapping rooms. There's a lot of reasons why. But part of the room move entails me going through all my shit and donating it all. Or selling it. I have so many clothes I never wear. So wish me luck on that! And then I'm also going to be re-finshing my furniture. It's all about 8-year-old solid wood, unfinished furniture from Ikea (a nightstand, 5 drawer-dresser, and an armoire). I found this finish that I LOVE, by Minwax called Weathered Oak:
Pretty, right? I think it'll go great with my bedding, which is this:
I'm going to try to be a real good blogger and document everything with pictures. Wish me luck!!
If you've read all this, congratulate yourself. I wouldn't have.
Have a good day, everyone!