The title is a joke. One in poor taste (punny? no? ok.), but yet, a joke.
Today marks the very first day of my life that I was accused of becoming anorexic. By my Dad. Who I live with, and had just watched me eat a whole dinner.
So yeah, this girl. Normal BMI, healthy eater, runner, and size...undisclosed...is apparently a poster child for the abnormally unhealthy. Not the greatest feeling in the world.
I guess I'll just have to broadcast my eating habits more. Maybe send up smoke signals with every snack. I do often burn my quesadillas. har.har. I am hilarious.
p.s. I know you're like, what the WHAT?!?! This chick totally just pretended like she didn't ignore us for WEEKS and NOT post when she said she would...unacceptable. And let me tell you, I agree. I would promise to do better, but I just can't. Too. Much. Stuff. To. Do. No. Job. Yet.
Wednesday, March 28, 2012
Saturday, March 10, 2012
Greetings from Taipei
hi all!
We are in Taipei. I slept like a baby last night (it's 7:40 AM right now) which means I successfully killed jet lag. What the what?
I have also successfully quadrupled the number of hours I've flown, ever. Our main flight from Chicago to Tokyo was 13 hours. I think that flight almost killed me. ha:)
We went to a 7/11 last night when we got here to just look around and be touristy. It was interesting to say the least. I think I'm going to be eating a lot of chips, because that's the only thing that's the same. Not okay, Taiwan, not okay.
I'm going to try local food, don't get me wrong, but I will not be buying it from a convenience store:)
Also, 7/11's are their store du jour. There's one on almost every street corner.
I might be a little jet lagged...This post is all sorts of boring:P
Off for a day of exploration; I just have to clear my camera's memory card!
Later Gators.
We are in Taipei. I slept like a baby last night (it's 7:40 AM right now) which means I successfully killed jet lag. What the what?
I have also successfully quadrupled the number of hours I've flown, ever. Our main flight from Chicago to Tokyo was 13 hours. I think that flight almost killed me. ha:)
We went to a 7/11 last night when we got here to just look around and be touristy. It was interesting to say the least. I think I'm going to be eating a lot of chips, because that's the only thing that's the same. Not okay, Taiwan, not okay.
I'm going to try local food, don't get me wrong, but I will not be buying it from a convenience store:)
Also, 7/11's are their store du jour. There's one on almost every street corner.
I might be a little jet lagged...This post is all sorts of boring:P
Off for a day of exploration; I just have to clear my camera's memory card!
Later Gators.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Happenings
Yesterday was an eventful day...largely due to my complete inability to be normal. I'm not ashamed. I'm also reverting to my favorite blog post format: listing! Badaboom.
1. Meeting with my professor. I ran out of questions and just babbled about my personal life to my professor. I am so NOT getting the extra credit I asked for. Literally talked about my mother...and my class schedule...aaaaand life...and my lack of a job. Seriously, I left that meeting so embarrassed, but for some reason I just could not stop the babbling. Ah well. Mom was all, "well maybe it's good you've established as relationship with him. He'll remember you!" Yes, Mama, he will remember me, as the chick who probably didn't study enough for his exam (another of my confessions).
2. Snuck in a run when one of my classes was cancelled. This was awesome except for two things. First, I over estimated the time I had so I had to squeeze my distance into 5 less minutes than I thought I had. Not so easy...just...terrible. And second, there was a woman wearing depends there. Those depends were full of poo. Probably too much information, but it reeked, and she was on the treadmill next to mine. I almost vommed, but it totally motivated me to get it over with faster...so.gross.and.wrong.
3. Did not work over lunch. This was just flat out awesome.
4. Got asked to go out on Thursday night with a dude I don't know too well because he might win this business plan competition (involved CASH MONEY as the prize), and thinking I would be high-larious, I was all, "oh, you buying?" Then I realized that sounded presumptuous and flirtatious. So...that's going to make our group project awkward...especially since I didn't mean it like that. Ah yeah, keep up the winning LB.
Here's hoping today involves me displaying more reserve and tact....
Fat chance.
1. Meeting with my professor. I ran out of questions and just babbled about my personal life to my professor. I am so NOT getting the extra credit I asked for. Literally talked about my mother...and my class schedule...aaaaand life...and my lack of a job. Seriously, I left that meeting so embarrassed, but for some reason I just could not stop the babbling. Ah well. Mom was all, "well maybe it's good you've established as relationship with him. He'll remember you!" Yes, Mama, he will remember me, as the chick who probably didn't study enough for his exam (another of my confessions).
2. Snuck in a run when one of my classes was cancelled. This was awesome except for two things. First, I over estimated the time I had so I had to squeeze my distance into 5 less minutes than I thought I had. Not so easy...just...terrible. And second, there was a woman wearing depends there. Those depends were full of poo. Probably too much information, but it reeked, and she was on the treadmill next to mine. I almost vommed, but it totally motivated me to get it over with faster...so.gross.and.wrong.
3. Did not work over lunch. This was just flat out awesome.
4. Got asked to go out on Thursday night with a dude I don't know too well because he might win this business plan competition (involved CASH MONEY as the prize), and thinking I would be high-larious, I was all, "oh, you buying?" Then I realized that sounded presumptuous and flirtatious. So...that's going to make our group project awkward...especially since I didn't mean it like that. Ah yeah, keep up the winning LB.
Here's hoping today involves me displaying more reserve and tact....
Fat chance.
Friday, February 10, 2012
To Facebook, or Not to Facebook, that is the question.
Full disclosure, I'm a bit of a facebook (from here on, it'll be abbreviated 'fb', deal) addict. I check it several times a day and rarely have notifications because I do nothing on it but be a creep. ANYWAY, I'm starting to get annoyed with all the statuses (stati?) that I read about people owning life, because let's face it, no one's going to put up a status about their failures. UNLESS they're broadcasting their weight to the world, but I think I'll talk about that later.
No, wait. I'll talk about it right now, because that's what this post is about...yeah buddy. Apparently all my friends are jumping on the weight-loss wagon. It's the hot celebrity thing (I'm looking at you, Jennifer Hudson and Jordin Sparks, yes, you), and wanting to be healthy is cool and all, but I will seriously get violent (not really) the next time I see someone post their ACTUAL weight or ACTUAL pounds lost on fb. I mean fo real, why??? I'm all cryptic, and only my family knows the real stats of LB's scale battle, and I have every intention of keeping it that way. If you need the internet to know that you're "resolving to create a healthy, skinnier you" then I can tell you right now, you may succeed, but ultimately you fail, because it wasn't for you. It was for other people.
Which brings me back to my favorite soap box, be happy being you, no matter what. It's so SO easy to say, I tried to talk myself into a thousand times, and you know what? It only really worked recently, and it is probably directly related to my weight loss, but HEY it's what worked for me. I think even more important than the weight loss, it's the running. All those endorphins make me love e'erybody, even me.
Point is, in some convoluted way I'm saying the same thing I said about confidence. It's all about you. And if you need to post about you on fb, bully for you, but just know, you're annoying to poo-poo out of me, and you're sharing more than you'll want to one day. For me, I'm so SO glad it was kind of private for me. I am not someone who enjoys people's comments about my appearance. I often respond by blushing and simultaneously giving the ever arrogant, "yeah, I know. I'm a hot chick. Don't let it change our relationship." Or other personal fave, I lick my finger and touch to my heinie along with a 'sssss' sound, because THAT is how hot I am. Wish I were kidding about these. I'm not. Yes, I am Queen of Awkward and Socially Unacceptable, let me know if you want to join/visit my kingdom. All are welcome.
I feel like I lost focus somewhere in those lengthy paragraphs, but yeah, keep your private stuff private*.
Please and Thank you.
*kind of ironic to say this in a blog post....whatevs.
No, wait. I'll talk about it right now, because that's what this post is about...yeah buddy. Apparently all my friends are jumping on the weight-loss wagon. It's the hot celebrity thing (I'm looking at you, Jennifer Hudson and Jordin Sparks, yes, you), and wanting to be healthy is cool and all, but I will seriously get violent (not really) the next time I see someone post their ACTUAL weight or ACTUAL pounds lost on fb. I mean fo real, why??? I'm all cryptic, and only my family knows the real stats of LB's scale battle, and I have every intention of keeping it that way. If you need the internet to know that you're "resolving to create a healthy, skinnier you" then I can tell you right now, you may succeed, but ultimately you fail, because it wasn't for you. It was for other people.
Which brings me back to my favorite soap box, be happy being you, no matter what. It's so SO easy to say, I tried to talk myself into a thousand times, and you know what? It only really worked recently, and it is probably directly related to my weight loss, but HEY it's what worked for me. I think even more important than the weight loss, it's the running. All those endorphins make me love e'erybody, even me.
Point is, in some convoluted way I'm saying the same thing I said about confidence. It's all about you. And if you need to post about you on fb, bully for you, but just know, you're annoying to poo-poo out of me, and you're sharing more than you'll want to one day. For me, I'm so SO glad it was kind of private for me. I am not someone who enjoys people's comments about my appearance. I often respond by blushing and simultaneously giving the ever arrogant, "yeah, I know. I'm a hot chick. Don't let it change our relationship." Or other personal fave, I lick my finger and touch to my heinie along with a 'sssss' sound, because THAT is how hot I am. Wish I were kidding about these. I'm not. Yes, I am Queen of Awkward and Socially Unacceptable, let me know if you want to join/visit my kingdom. All are welcome.
I feel like I lost focus somewhere in those lengthy paragraphs, but yeah, keep your private stuff private*.
Please and Thank you.
*kind of ironic to say this in a blog post....whatevs.
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Stuff I Say
In real life, I'm a fairly awkward person. I just exacerbate the sitch with what I say.
Here's the top ten:
- That's what she said
- Oh no she didn't!
- Can a sister buy a vowel?
- huh? oh, I mean, pardon me?
- Oh my gracious me.
- True story
- Holla!
- Your mom.
- DANG, GURL
- Work it like it's your job.
There they are in all their glory. Sometimes I even combine my faves into some awesome collaboration of ghetto-fabulousness...or just...not. You're welcome.
In other news I was considering starting the Paleo diet for like 1/2 a millisecond, but THEN it was called to my attention that my morning bowl of Cocoa Pebbles and almond milk didn't really fit in the diet plan. So I was like, "LB out." Let's be real, Cocoa Pebbles are infinitely more important than...well, pretty much anything.
LB out.
(haha.ha....ha)
Thursday, January 26, 2012
Rawr
Okay, I'm about to be all like, "ah yeah son, fourth post, let's get serious and have a heart-to-heart."
And you're (this is assuming there is a 'you') going to be all like, "ah naw she didn't. Girlfran be wack!"
Regardless, you're about to be hit with a wrecking ball full of real life.
Sometimes I just think negative thoughts as an automatic thing. And then I have to stop and think to myself, "hey you, stop that. it's not even true." I know, internal pep talks are the definition of cool.
Full disclosure, I recently lost some weight. Hard not to acknowledge it I guess, unless you didn't know me before, in which case this is awkward. Point is, I'm so used to thinking negative weight thoughts to myself it's hard to stop. My self-image is pretty much at the highest it's ever been...I would say I'm borderline arrogant? However, I try to keep the 'tude in check, and don't misinterpret. I'm not some hottie with a smokin' body (SEE, negative), but I am also not as bad as my mind seems to want me to think I am.
A girl's mind is a funny thing, at least mine is. Whenever I think something positive about the way I look (because I'm shallow) or act (when I'm trying not to be shallow, but ultimately still am) I feel like I'm being cocky and I beat myself up about it.
But if you make a habit of negative thoughts, your self-image is never going to get better. Why would it? People aren't going to give you endless, personalized compliments every five minutes on the minute to reassure you that you're looking foxy, or that you're the smartest person they know. Why would they? That's for you to do!! YOU are the one who's in control of what you think, and what you think...well, that's pretty important.
So here's what's up. I am trying to do this thing called positive thinking. Insane, amiright? I am trying to know the difference between overly confident and YESIAM confident, but really, is there a difference?
Anyhow, it's time for confidence, girls. Own yourself, regardless of looks or what you think other people think. Why not? Let the confidence surface. Rawr.
I know. so many generalizations. And so much girl power.
pardon.
And with that, good night.
p.s. this is the kind of rambling and disorganization that happens when I don't stick to my list format. you're welcome.
And you're (this is assuming there is a 'you') going to be all like, "ah naw she didn't. Girlfran be wack!"
Regardless, you're about to be hit with a wrecking ball full of real life.
Sometimes I just think negative thoughts as an automatic thing. And then I have to stop and think to myself, "hey you, stop that. it's not even true." I know, internal pep talks are the definition of cool.
Full disclosure, I recently lost some weight. Hard not to acknowledge it I guess, unless you didn't know me before, in which case this is awkward. Point is, I'm so used to thinking negative weight thoughts to myself it's hard to stop. My self-image is pretty much at the highest it's ever been...I would say I'm borderline arrogant? However, I try to keep the 'tude in check, and don't misinterpret. I'm not some hottie with a smokin' body (SEE, negative), but I am also not as bad as my mind seems to want me to think I am.
A girl's mind is a funny thing, at least mine is. Whenever I think something positive about the way I look (because I'm shallow) or act (when I'm trying not to be shallow, but ultimately still am) I feel like I'm being cocky and I beat myself up about it.
But if you make a habit of negative thoughts, your self-image is never going to get better. Why would it? People aren't going to give you endless, personalized compliments every five minutes on the minute to reassure you that you're looking foxy, or that you're the smartest person they know. Why would they? That's for you to do!! YOU are the one who's in control of what you think, and what you think...well, that's pretty important.
So here's what's up. I am trying to do this thing called positive thinking. Insane, amiright? I am trying to know the difference between overly confident and YESIAM confident, but really, is there a difference?
Anyhow, it's time for confidence, girls. Own yourself, regardless of looks or what you think other people think. Why not? Let the confidence surface. Rawr.
I know. so many generalizations. And so much girl power.
pardon.
And with that, good night.
p.s. this is the kind of rambling and disorganization that happens when I don't stick to my list format. you're welcome.
Wednesday, January 25, 2012
The Girl With...
You know that book/movie that just came out, 'The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo'? Well, if it were a story about my life here are some possible titles:
And just let this confirm what you've all been thinking. Yes, I list everything in my life. It's just more organized. True life, and don't you forget it. :)
- The Girl with the Baggy Leggings
- The Girl with the Clacky Boots
- The Girl with the Fake Tooth
- The Girl with the Pimp Watch
- The Girl with the Tripping Problems, but not on Shrooms
- The Girl with the Cardigan Obsession
- The Girl with the Ballin Mercury Sable
- The Girl with the Freckles
- The Girl with the Grandmotherly Socks and Hobbies*
- The Girl with the Expressive Brows
And just let this confirm what you've all been thinking. Yes, I list everything in my life. It's just more organized. True life, and don't you forget it. :)
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