My best friend is in a sorority at UF and the other day after browsing Pintrest mindlessly after a day at the beach she suggested we do some crafting! Now lets make one thing clear I am not artsy and I suck at crafts. But we went to Hobby Lobby, got some supplies, and headed back to her house! She got an oval wooden plaque, a cute hook to drill into the wooden oval, and some paint. Her idea was to paint on a purple and blue floral pattern and then drill in the hook. This way she could hang it on the wall and have a cute place to put her keys! It came out really cute! I wish I had a picture. I, on the other hand, just bought a wooden box and some stencils and painted it, it was simple but still really fun! Crafts are a sorority girls “thing” so it was fun to hear all of my best friends ideas of what to craft and the best way to go about it! Next time I am going to make a row of hooks to hang all my hats and scarves on!
This is how my box turned out!:
It was also nice to be over at my best friends house and get to see her parents and brothers. We’ve been friends since middle school and I like to consider her family my second family. After dinner we went to Mochi’s Frozen Yogurt. I got red velvet cake and creme brûlée fro-yo! It was sooo good, and I topped it all off with crushed oreos!
I don’t know if you can tell or not but I snuck a bite or two before I snapped the pic! Oops!
When life gives the the opportunity to use one of the most overused Legally Blonde lines for a blog title, you take it!
Scripted lines or not this statement stands true. Exercise does indeed give you endorphins and endorphins do make people happy, Elle Woods was no liar. I used to absolutely detest going to the gym, every last thing about it. To this day it is still not one of my favorite things to do, more like a chore I need to cross off my list. But like most chores it is the after-reward that makes it worth it. Just like cleaning your room is a pain, you can’t deny how much better you feel once it is cleaned. Same with the gym. Once you put in your hard work and time you get to go home, take a hot shower, and you feel amazing! I always find it easier to smile after a workout. I, as many white girls in their twenties, suffer from BRF (bitchy resting face).
After putting some time in at the gym smiling seems to come easier and I am typically in a happier mood! THAT is what keeps me going to the gym.
Even writing that line was a struggle, because I have to face reality of the situation. I’m overweight. It makes me ashamed, embarrassed, and mad at myself for allowing this to go on for as long as it has which is essentially my entire life. Granted I do have an honest-to-God thyroid condition that effects my insulin and sugar levels and such (ask my endocrinologist if you don’t believe me!). This makes it just a little harder to lose weight than the average person. But I am sick of looking the way I do, feeling the way I do, and hiding behind a valid-yet-pathetic excuse. So I am changing my lifestyle, because diets especially ones that promise quick and easy results do not work. Not for me, not for anyone. And if you do shed those pounds in three weeks it is not healthy for your body and you are more apt to gain them back before the year is over. My freshman year at college I had a roommate who was no bigger than a size 10 and was obsessed with diet fads, pills, and teas. None of it worked for her, and she refused to eat healthy and go to the gym. So I am working on changing my lifestyle to a healthier one and holding myself responsible. One blog that just really, truly inspired me was Simply Taralynn, which was originally a tumblr blog called Undressed Skeleton when I stumbled upon it. You all should check out Taralynn’s site, I promise you won’t regret it!
I am a peacekeeper, a people pleaser, and the girl that believes she has to meet everyone else’s expectations. I am the girl who acts one way to her parents, and another way to her parents friends. I act differently around my friends and the people I go to school with. I am an entirely different person while I am at work. I am the person who feels the need to live up to how everybody else perceives me. It has taken me twenty years to realize I need to stop allowing people to define who I should be. It is high time I give being myself a chance.