Call me crazy… tell me I will have no social life and die single. But I just can’t do it anymore. My drinking days are over. Friday night I went out with a friend and 1 drink led to 5 more. Fast forward to me getting knocked down on the dance floor and beer getting spilt on me. Then fast forward to Saturday when I did nothing with my life because my car was still downtown and I couldn’t function.
I’m turning 25 in a couple weeks and I’m hoping to make that my last hurrah for awhile. Of course I’ll still hit up the happy hour and weekend brunch specials but I need to start regulating myself and not act like I’m 22. I’m turning a new leaf people… the responsible-lady like kind.
OMG guys don’t worry… I’m still alive. I’ve been a bad friend. Like the type that gets a boyfriend and you don’t hear from them again until they break up and that’s all they can talk about for the next 2 weeks and you’re all “tell it to someone who cares”. Except I’m still flying solo… so none of that applies to me.
So here’s what’s new. I turn 25 this month so I’m obvio acting supes responsible and reminding myself of mother daily. I am anticipating a quarter-life crisis and you guys will probably be lucky enough to see it all go down first hand. Other than that I’m still working… still job hunting… still laying on my ass… still preparing to be and aunt and a bridesmaid on top of that… still wanting to travel but having no means to do so… still trying to figure out if this tinder app is cool or not… still going to concerts (Kodaline has a show tonight)… and still just going with the flow one day at a time. It’s the circle of my life.
To be continued I guess…
Happy Monday… and a warm welcome to Winter Storm Rex. Today is one of those Monday’s where you sit down at your desk and can’t help but think “wasn’t I just here?”… almost to the point where you’re like “is it really Monday?”.
I don’t have much to report from the weekend. Drank some beers… squeezed in a couple episodes of House of Cards (season 2) between naps. Typical weekend.
I do however have a new obsession. Call me a creep… or stalker… or cougar. But I’m head over heels for Gus Kenworthy… the silver medal olympian.
I have been busy doing nothing. Sorry for my leave of absence. You haven’t missed much.
Olympics: So many sports, so little time. Honestly I only care about the hockey games. Ice skating is interesting. Snowboarding would be great if I could actually see what moves they were doing… on tv it looks like a spin in the air or them just grabbing their boards. I shouldn’t say “just” becaue I can’t do any of that… but deciding who did it better when they all look the same would be hard.
Fun fact though… sounds like the Tinder app is all the rage amongst the athletes and the hormones are raging. Can’t blame them for channeling their stress thru other extra curricular activities. #wannagobacktomyroomandcheckoutmygoldmedal
Valentine’s Day: congrats to all of you that are attractive and interesting enough to have a significant other on the day of looove. You clearly all have qualities that I am lacking so on that note… I will be spending my night with a bottle of “3 buck chuck” from Trader Joe’s and season 2 of “House of Cards”. It’ll be wild and crazy so try not to compete with me… I’m a professional.
Hope you all have a romantical weekend filled with roses and chocolate. I will too… courtesy of myself.
If it hasn’t hit your newsfeeds yet… there is a lot of controversy with the recent season finale of the reality show “The Biggest Loser”. For a quick refresher… the show is about a group of people that work with trainers in the hopes of losing enough weight to get back in a healthier lifestyle.
For your average person on a diet/exercise regimen they might lose 2 pounds a week… 5 at the most. So if you are lucky you might lose 20 pounds over the course of a few months. Rachel, the winner of The Biggest Loser, started out at 260 pounds and ended at 105… that’s a 60% loss. Based on her looks/size there is speculation that in order to win the $250,000 on the line that she might have taken on an eating disorder.
Not only has she lost a lot of weight but it looks to me like she has aged 5 years. She is 24 years old and now looks like she should be dreading her 30th birthday in a couple months.
There are plenty of articles and images to take a gander at to form your own opinion.