Showing posts with label motivation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label motivation. Show all posts

February 16, 2012

Never Never Never Quit!

Happy Belated Day of Love to all my readers, followers, stalkers, people who took a wrong turn and ended up here!

Between working every day from Monday until God-knows-when, trying to edit and scrape together my Concordia application and portfolio, Jill and Dad's birthdays, Valentine's day and working on a SPECIAL SECRET PROJECT (which I will talk about more in some other post) with Rebekah, I've had my hands busy at all times-- and if I haven't been busy, I've been passed out cold.

The funny thing is, it's not as though I'm rushing around trying to do everything at breakneck speed, I only realize I've been busy when I realize we're 3/4 of the way through February and WHERETHEHELLDIDITGO? I can't be the only one who feels this way. Anyone else accidentally walk through a time tunnel and end up in the future? Just me? Goddamn.

Life of Wiley's 1st Birthday also got caught in this clustercussing crossfire of mayhem. I shouldn't even be BLOGGING right now, but if I want to make it to the kid's second birthday, I better at least try and be a teeny bit consistent and show my face every now and again. (I'm going to be a stellar parent some day.)

I have no idea who Dexter is, but I stole his cake. It's our birthday, betch! (Source.)

I just want to thank all 5 of my followers for jumping on the Bandwagon and staying here for a whole year! WOWOWOWOW. But seriously, next year, 10 followers. WHO KNOWS?
I had a cake recipe planned out and a video blog and there was going to be a stripper, but that all went to shiiiiit with all the stuff going on.

MAYBE SOME OTHER TIME.

UHHHM. Life is life, friends, and that is wisdom I invite you all to enjoy and take all the way to the bank. I lost 2 pounds this week, which is surprising considering the MASS of amazing and terrible food consumed over the weekend (pulled pork grilled cheese, 2 kinds of cupcakes, dynamite handrolls, and buffalo chicken fingers...) But I picked up my pieces, started to eat a little better and squeezed in a couple of workouts. I'm hoping for 3-5 pounds by the end of the month, and then, by the end of April, to drag myself kicking and screaming into the low 170s or high 160s. YES THE 160s. I haven't been there since 1st year, and before that, probably not since grade school. CRAY.

New motto: "Never never never quit!"

Not that I had a motto before. I wrote it on my mirror like those teenage girls who write 'you are beautiful' and shit, just because I need a constant reminder that giving up is the lamest. THE LAMEST.