Apparently I can now cross “Meeting Jenna Marbles” off my bucket list.
BECAUSE I FUCKING MET HER AT A BAR TONIGHT AND SHE GAVE ME LIFE ADVICE.
yes she was shit faced and she will most likely NOT remember it in the morning. But I don’t even care because I WILL NEVER FUCKING FORGET TONIGHT AS LONG AS I LIVE.
I’m going to be like 100 and be like “oh hey remember that time we met Jenna Marbles. yeah it was fucking awesome!”
Yup I’m a little drunk. but that is ok. Because my face is happy.
::Picture to follow once they are uploaded to FB::
When I was little I did not know how to hula hoop. And then as i got fat I was to afraid to try again because I felt like fat girls shouldn’t hula. On Sunday I was at my boyfriend’s nephews 3rd birthday. And I remembered how badly I always wanted to see if I could do it. AND I CAN and I spent a good amount of the day outside in the sun just hulaing and having a blast.
Who says getting old has to mean your old. Remembering to enjoy the things in your life that made you happy as a kid can also make you happy as an adult!
I don’t know why September to January are the hardest for me to stay motivated at the gym. Maybe it is school? Maybe it is the holidays? I don’t really know. But all I know is that right now it is over and done with and I stuck to my mission for it. I did not gain a single pound during those holiday months. ::So proud::- But I did not lose either so it leaves me still with 20-30 pounds to go before summertime. Before my birthday, vacations, beach days and weddings.. So today started the “back to the real world” plans for my life. With school starting tomorrow and my internship that started today. Their are no more excuses to be fat and lazy. This year is all about bettering me and my life in every possible way. Not just my body. Unfortuantly my body is the one that needs the most work.
But it is time to get some sleep. So that I can wake up tomorrow ready to take on the gym, healthy meals and the first day of classes.
Peace out cub-scouts
90’s bands doing xmas music on my pandora
Waiting for the boy to get here
I haven’t been this much in the Christmas spirit since highschool