I Never Meant to be So Cold

Today it’s cold. Washing my hands with warm water made me warmer. That action made me wish that I was standing under a stream of similarly warm water, but that would mean I’d be showering. Showering at work would be no bueno because that would mean I’d been covered in some awful chemical that needed to be instantly washed off.

And then I’d have to walk outside in soaking wet clothes or in just a lab coat, both of which would make me colder.

I guess I’ll settle for just washing my hands over and over.

Oops I Did It Again

It’s late. I should be sleeping. I can’t sleep. Thought vomit.

–My little sister is pregnant. Holy crap, my little sister is pregnant. I have a niece and a nephew who I adore to the ends of the earth and beyond, but this one? This one could look like me being that we’re genetically related. Baby watch 2012 is officially ON.

–Relatedly, the number of pregnancy announcements on facebook has been UNREAL lately. At least six within the last week. Mazel tov?

–I pissed a lot of people off on Twitter the other day by ranting about how diet pills were never going to be as effective as a healthy diet and consistent exercise (this coming from an article I saw about a pill for obesity heading towards an FDA approval board). I stand by that statement, but the tone and the timing, being that it was a day or two after the article on Aerys that I wrote about how much I love my abs probably didn’t help my case. Ironically enough, I got to work this morning with an email in my inbox from WebMD and the CDC about how doctors are increasingly prescribing their patients exercise. In a nutshell, I really wasn’t trying to be a dick about it, and would rather be there to support any and everyone in their fitness goals rather than piss them off. My girl Lo and I messaged back and forth a little bit after the firestorm, and she decided to start her own blog about her journey through getting back into working out. Check her out!

–So that full marathon thing? Yeah, it’s been decided. January 13, 2013 in Walt Disney World, my friend Steph and I will be running a full marathon. Um….yikes? Yeah, I’m fucking petrified right now, but like I said on facebook, three half marathons and a Ragnar til I get to it, so focus goes to those first. Seven weeks til my next half. Ragnar’s at the beginning of June. Fuck yes, let’s do this.

–Why is it that dating comes in waves? The guy from a while back got cut because he fucked up REALLY badly (red flag after red flag after red flag). Then there was the one who I thought I had the mutual feeling thing with, but for some reason he shut down on me, which of course caused me to shut down on him. I said I’d leave him alone, and I have, though I’m still not entirely certain what happened there, which is a bit frustrating and disappointing, but there’s nothing else I can do. And finally there’s the one I’ve seen twice, maybe three times now who on paper is extraordinary but in practice? There’s something missing. Let me tell you just how much this makes me feel overly picky, and, like Ali said earlier, like I’m trying to find something wrong. I swear I’m not, so maybe there is something wrong with me? I say that mostly in jest, but on dark nights it’s difficult to convince myself otherwise. I suppose it doesn’t so much matter given that I’m sure I’ll be right back to the perpetually single life (and subsequent depressing posts) once again in short order.

–I can still taste the Pineapple Upside-Down Cake shot I took earlier. That will probably come back to haunt me. Probably some time in my lifting session that starts in six hours. If not then, I’d say definitely on the run I intend on going on after that. Seven weeks. Here we go again.

–According to this, I am a freak:

It’s All About the He-Said, She-Said Bullshit

If you’ve been paying attention, you will have noticed that there are quite a few of the “Shit [so-and-so] says” youtube videos around. When memes like this get started, I tend to find them boring and/or too ridiculous to pay attention to.

This one, though, has been cracking me up. Here are two that made me roll. Hysterical.

That last one? It’s funny because it’s true.

Sometimes you feel like a nut

Let me tell you a story.

Today I got hungry (shocking, I know). I decided that I was going to go ahead and eat lunch since, you know, that’s kind of what you do. I’m working on cleansing my whole self from the holidays binge, so I’ve been eating more healthy foods.

Guys, this lunch was a pretty kick-ass salad. Fresh baby spinach, chopped walnuts, craisins, feta cheese, light raspberry vinaigrette. Delicious.

I ate that salad with a vigor. A VIGOR I tell you.

It’s gone now. Guess who was still hungry? Yep. Me.


They’re healthy, right? Sour cream and cheddar? Dairy. Chips! They’re potatoes. VEGETABLE.

Healthy food in a bag.

Om nom nom nom.

Walk This Way

I have a confession to make.

I strut.

Put me in heels, I strut. If I’m in a shirt that makes me feel a bit prettier, I strut. Hell, if I’m pissed off I strut.

An ex-boyfriend of mine used to call it my “Super Bitch Walk.”

Somehow when I’m wearing red it’s even worse (better?). Something about wearing red makes me feel a bit powerful. I’m not so much talking about the Cardinals stuff I wear on a ridiculously regular basis, but wearing a low-cut, lacy, form-fitted red top last night was a boost.

Today I am feeling pretty. And I’m strutting. In tennis shoes.

I clearly don’t have an issue with low self esteem.

I don’t even feel bad.

I’m So Sick

Seriously. New Year’s stole my voice. Legitimately gone. I try to talk and half my words come out in whispers. It’s annoying. That plus the coughing and hacking and grossness of being sick, well, let’s just say I’m not so fun to be around right now.

That said, I suppose this is the obligatory “Oh holy shit, it’s a new year, and I’ll be writing the incorrect one for the next month!” post. 2011 will live on in the most inconvenient places for a while: checks, lab notebooks….well, those might be it. Regardless.

I’ve seen quite a few posts from other people about what they plan to see in the coming year, what the last year brought them, and there has been much talk about babies and food and health issues etc.

Looking back on my 2011, it has not been about these things. This year wasn’t super stand-out in any way, though it wasn’t a bad year. There were quite obviously ups and downs, as well as a supreme refocusing on fitness and hockey. New and fantastic friends have been made, certain old friends have fallen by the wayside. There’s been lots of laughter and quite a bit of sweat and tears. I’d say it’s definitely been worth it.

It’s funny, looking to the next year, there’s not anything huge I have planned. I’ve got small things here and there, and I’ll definitely to continue to move past certain things, but nothing life-altering that I can tell. Makes me curious to what the future holds.

Which is, of course, why I suppose I find it a bit ironic that I spent a little while switching over to the Facebook timeline thing, which allowed me time to go back through some of my most formative years. As much as certain times in the past were fun then, you couldn’t pay me to go back to them. Cliche though it is, I find I definitely prefer just living in the moment. You never can quite tell where one decision will lead you.

I may not be making a bit of sense, which is logical with the drug-addled haze I’ve put myself in (go Tylenol, go), but be that as it may, I hope all of you have a fantastic year.

Here’s to 2012.