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Hello pretties.
Well, where do I begin?
I’d like to say life’s been hectic but I’m basically two steps evolved from a slug (sorry, creationists, 2 steps intelligently designed from a slug) so we all know that ain’t true. Fact of the matter is, I’ve been fine and dandy like Amos n Andy but all over the place in my own special stupid way. I have survived many an event in the past few months including: a marv Lady Gaga concert, the realization that my position is kaput as of July 31st and an almost-breakup with The Boy (I’d say “huge fight” but the few times we have fought they’re usually very quiet and sad. Less Rhianna’s “Breakin’ Dishes” more Death Cab’s “Brothers on a Hotel Bed”)-but fear not, gentle reader. We are still together and nary a china dish nor a crystal goblet was broken in the process - mainly because I don’t own either. Also don’t worry about the job thing either. I be permanent with the gov’ment so I’m not going anywhere. I just won’t be able to transfer within our unit because the Afghanistan Task Force, like so much of the world, is a-changin’. So I, with a good portion of officers at my level will be casting our nets this spring, trying to figure out where the heck we land. I’m basically a cat, though, I’ll land on my feet. Cat-slug hybrid me.
I’ve been working on my New Years’ resolutions (remember those, kids?) and I’m happy to say I’m plugging away at them. Basically, I had two: 1) to pay off my student loan by year’s end and 2) to take better care of myself. I know the latter sounds vague, but I had ideas. I wanted to get to bed earlier, eat better, get out more, see more people, get rid of clothes and items that made me feel sad or weighed-down or frumpy and generally just .. be nicer to me. I’m not ready for a back-pat or anything yet but I think I’m making genuine progress on them. I was doing a little better on the sleep thing until DST and now I’m basically a comatose drooler every morning at 7am (actually 6am!!). I have been eating better with the help of a website I’m kind of addicted to. My Fitness Pal was something I picked up from a twitter friend and it has really changed the way I eat. When I moved downtown, even though I was within walking distance of everything I didn’t move. I ate what I wanted, when I wanted and loved it. And then this Christmas I realized I’m the biggest I’ve ever been. So that’s the crappy responsibility part of adulthood that I still want to stick voodoo pins in. Now I log what I eat as best I can and have a group of people who motivate me and (I hope) I do the same for them. I’ve lost 5 lbs since New Years and I feel a lot better about the choices I make. Like I said, no back-pats yet-I’m a habitual abandoner of things like this-but I’m enjoying the difference in how I feel and I’m happier so far.
I’ve become addicted to fashion blogs, too (why did no one tell me these exist??) and they’ve helped with the “no more sad and frumpy” part of my resolution. I’m rethinking accessories and buying stuff I wouldn’t normally as well as “shopping my closet.” I love Kendi Everyday and My edit Both do cheap-chic very well and are both funny girls with great blogs and even greater style. I like Kendi for her commitment to “remixing” (ie, restyling and wearing what you’ve already got) and her great use of inexpensive items and Jentina for her amaaazing vintage shopping skillz and ‘cuz she’s Canadian so I know where she’s shopping for the most part :)
Dunkleman came to the Sweatervest a few weeks back and helped me go through my closet. I got rid of dozens of items and felt about 50lbs lighter (ass says differently). Can I just say that going through a closet is the most cathartic thing known to the first world? If you ever get the chance to do it with my sister, take it. She’s got this amazing “smelled a poot” face that she brings out whenever you’re trying something on that is just. Not. Good. And it makes you throw that thing into the “donate” pile like it was 12% cotton, 78% napalm (10% unknown fibers). But she’s fair and we always give each other the “wait 6 months, if you haven’t worn it, it goes” speech for those items we can’t bear to throw away. We usually do so in 6 months anyway.
As for the first resolution, I’m plugging away at ‘er. I’m under $6 000 now and, considering I started out in 2009 with about 4 times that sitting on my shoulders, I’m pretty darn proud of myself. I’m making good progress and, barring any huge financially disastrous needs (please no huge financially disastrous needs) I should be out of the woods by the time that the ball drops in Times Square this December. And if I do, I’ll be proud as a peacock. Go slug-cat-peacock-monstrosity me.
Well, where do I begin?
I’d like to say life’s been hectic but I’m basically two steps evolved from a slug (sorry, creationists, 2 steps intelligently designed from a slug) so we all know that ain’t true. Fact of the matter is, I’ve been fine and dandy like Amos n Andy but all over the place in my own special stupid way. I have survived many an event in the past few months including: a marv Lady Gaga concert, the realization that my position is kaput as of July 31st and an almost-breakup with The Boy (I’d say “huge fight” but the few times we have fought they’re usually very quiet and sad. Less Rhianna’s “Breakin’ Dishes” more Death Cab’s “Brothers on a Hotel Bed”)-but fear not, gentle reader. We are still together and nary a china dish nor a crystal goblet was broken in the process - mainly because I don’t own either. Also don’t worry about the job thing either. I be permanent with the gov’ment so I’m not going anywhere. I just won’t be able to transfer within our unit because the Afghanistan Task Force, like so much of the world, is a-changin’. So I, with a good portion of officers at my level will be casting our nets this spring, trying to figure out where the heck we land. I’m basically a cat, though, I’ll land on my feet. Cat-slug hybrid me.
I’ve been working on my New Years’ resolutions (remember those, kids?) and I’m happy to say I’m plugging away at them. Basically, I had two: 1) to pay off my student loan by year’s end and 2) to take better care of myself. I know the latter sounds vague, but I had ideas. I wanted to get to bed earlier, eat better, get out more, see more people, get rid of clothes and items that made me feel sad or weighed-down or frumpy and generally just .. be nicer to me. I’m not ready for a back-pat or anything yet but I think I’m making genuine progress on them. I was doing a little better on the sleep thing until DST and now I’m basically a comatose drooler every morning at 7am (actually 6am!!). I have been eating better with the help of a website I’m kind of addicted to. My Fitness Pal was something I picked up from a twitter friend and it has really changed the way I eat. When I moved downtown, even though I was within walking distance of everything I didn’t move. I ate what I wanted, when I wanted and loved it. And then this Christmas I realized I’m the biggest I’ve ever been. So that’s the crappy responsibility part of adulthood that I still want to stick voodoo pins in. Now I log what I eat as best I can and have a group of people who motivate me and (I hope) I do the same for them. I’ve lost 5 lbs since New Years and I feel a lot better about the choices I make. Like I said, no back-pats yet-I’m a habitual abandoner of things like this-but I’m enjoying the difference in how I feel and I’m happier so far.
I’ve become addicted to fashion blogs, too (why did no one tell me these exist??) and they’ve helped with the “no more sad and frumpy” part of my resolution. I’m rethinking accessories and buying stuff I wouldn’t normally as well as “shopping my closet.” I love Kendi Everyday and My edit Both do cheap-chic very well and are both funny girls with great blogs and even greater style. I like Kendi for her commitment to “remixing” (ie, restyling and wearing what you’ve already got) and her great use of inexpensive items and Jentina for her amaaazing vintage shopping skillz and ‘cuz she’s Canadian so I know where she’s shopping for the most part :)
Dunkleman came to the Sweatervest a few weeks back and helped me go through my closet. I got rid of dozens of items and felt about 50lbs lighter (ass says differently). Can I just say that going through a closet is the most cathartic thing known to the first world? If you ever get the chance to do it with my sister, take it. She’s got this amazing “smelled a poot” face that she brings out whenever you’re trying something on that is just. Not. Good. And it makes you throw that thing into the “donate” pile like it was 12% cotton, 78% napalm (10% unknown fibers). But she’s fair and we always give each other the “wait 6 months, if you haven’t worn it, it goes” speech for those items we can’t bear to throw away. We usually do so in 6 months anyway.
As for the first resolution, I’m plugging away at ‘er. I’m under $6 000 now and, considering I started out in 2009 with about 4 times that sitting on my shoulders, I’m pretty darn proud of myself. I’m making good progress and, barring any huge financially disastrous needs (please no huge financially disastrous needs) I should be out of the woods by the time that the ball drops in Times Square this December. And if I do, I’ll be proud as a peacock. Go slug-cat-peacock-monstrosity me.