Lazy girl in the city

Let me tell you what has been on my mind this week- eat, sleep, eat, sleep... 

I somehow have morphed from this perky energetic singleton in the city, to some old school counselor who is completely content coming home and going to bed at 8:00 pm. I had two offers tonight to go do fun things with friends, and what did I do, I turned them down. That's right folks, for once in my life I chose solitude over company. Who am I? Is this what turning 30 does to you? Turns you into a unmotivated slob who lives on carbs, fattening food, and diet coke? 

I need to return to the girl who I was last week- the one that sprung out of bed at 5:30 to get her treadmill workout on, the one who wasn't craving stretchy pants, the one who was beaming confidence. I need to unnpack my freakin' suitcases as well! If someone were to come to my apartment right now, they might be wondering where my 8 cats are! 

I'm giving myself permission to be a bum for just one more night. I'm curling up on my couch watching me some reality tv, eating comfort food, pinning, and plotting my next move. Tomorrow I will wake up bright eyed and bushy tailed ready to celebrate the weekend away as two of my fabulous singleton friends turn a year older! But until then, pass the remote, and bring me a blanky. 

Who Dat?

I just had the best weekend get away, and I owe it all to my dear college roomie! If it weren't for her getting married, I probably wouldn't have ever danced the night away in the streets of New Orleans!!! (No like literally, we did the whole "Second Step" tradition at the end of her reception. The whole wedding crowd walked the streets dancing and waving our napkins. We even had our own police escort! A-mazing!)

The best part weekend wasn't the insanely romantic wedding, the phenomenal food, the sea of people watching, the yummy drinks, or the get way from Big D- it was learning that true friends are those who you may not see for days, weeks, months, or years but instantly pick up where you left off. Seeing my college friends this weekend not only reminded me of all the CRAZY times we had in college, but also reminded me personally of how far I've come from meeting them as a 18 year old college freshman to seeing them now as a 30 year old mature (sometimes) woman. 

Cheers to all my sweet friends who love, motivate, cherish, inspire, and accept me through every phase of my life! 

Yogini?

Yoga- I hate you. There I said it. I hate your downward facing dog, your fancy poses, and the mats that make that peeling/squishy sound every time I move. I dislike the fact that every tiny celebrity from Bethany Frankel to Kelly Ripa claim you as the reason they lead such a healthy lifestyle. Your students are snobs of the mat and give distasteful looks at newcomers as they distort and contort their limbs effortlessly. Yoga- I hate you.

I hate you, yet I want to be you. I really do. You are so zen, so solid, so one with the world. You attract the gym elite to your realm of relaxation and self discovery. Your lines are so slim and sleek, and the scent of your being is invigorating.

Yoga, I hated you even more greatly tonight when I self talked my way into your classroom. I was all prepared to find my darkened area in the back row and skim through your routine. I wasn't prepared for the dramatic disruption of my chi......

You would put my mat next to the one girl from my high school who could do more flips then anyone else in the state. You would do that to my ego wouldn't you... Damn you yoga! You would make her say that she is completely out of shape (though she teaches a kick your ass body attack class at the gym) and proceed for her to nail each of your poses effortlessly as I scrounge the energy to lift my body from the floor. And to top it off, you would keep sending the instructor over to me to help "adjust" my imperfect attempts at downward facing dog, some triangle pose, and lunging like a warrior- because the whole class wasn't already staring at me.

Oh but yoga I love to hate you. That natural high you give me in the last five minutes of class already has me craving more. I hate you Yoga. I hate you so much that I will be there next Tuesday at six. I will once again be the one awkwardly posing in the back row, right next to the cute,bendy, sweet as pie, ex college cheerleader... Gosh I hate you yoga!!

Get out of your own way...

Sundays...

I think I have come full circle when it comes to Sundays. A year ago if you asked me which night of the week I feel the most single, my answer would have been on Sunday. If you asked me that same question now, my answer would be that there isn't any night that I feel alone. Something has definitely changed and its not my Facebook relationship status. 

When I was part of a couple- Sundays always meant dinner and then hanging out. I missed that for a long time after I was no longer a "we" and instead became a "just me". With lots of time and self love, I have filled that void of needing to have someone with simply being satisfied with just being with me. Its kinda a weird thing to actually admit. Today I was super excited about coming back home to my little world for a night of cooking dinner, watching two chick flicks in a row, pinning and napping. 

I'm not saying this is the Sunday routine I want to maintain for the rest of my life, but for now I'm comfortable and thoroughly enjoying spending time with myself. Its actually the thought of adding someone into my routine that stirs up some anxiety in my head. Right now in my life, there is the potential of my solo Sundays becoming extinct, and that kinda scares me. Am I ready to jump back into sharing my space and my time with someone? 

I think the answer to that is that I will give up my solo Sundays when I find someone I feel is worthy enough of my time. Someone who I want to spend my time with, someone that I can't get enough of being around. Someone who I see the potential for a lifelong Sunday routine with. Now the question remains- How do I let my guard down enough to let someone in...

Since I've Been Gone

Yup, it happened. No matter how hard I tried to slow it down, I turned the big 3-0 and am loving it! Not saying it came by tear free, but overall it was a fabulous milestone in my life. I can honestly say, that I am at my personal best emotionally and socially.... but physically I'm still not there. That is why I am dedicating this year to getting healthy and fit. That's right folks there is a new life challenge this year- To lose 31 pounds by 31. 

Ok I wrote it... It's out there. All ten of my followers know this is my goal, so now I must do it or face disappointment on August 19th 2013! Can I do it? How will I do it? These are all things I am going to spend this week figuring out. 

I just finished off a pint of Ben and Jerry's and am opening my new weight watchers scale. Tomorrow on Monday, September 3rd its on!

What's Your Theme Song?

Last weekend I was at my friend's A-mazing wedding in Austin. As several of my friends and I were riding back to the hotel, I thew out the question "What's the theme song of your life". We all pondered for awhile and then provided our answers. I realize that in different stages of your life, you may have different songs that ring true of where you are on your journey. Last week my answer was "Just Dance" by Lady Gaga. The song totally expresses not letting things getting you down, and just dancing away your troubles. It also reminds me of a dear friend, we spent hours jamming out to that song in the car.

Just dance, gonna be okay, da da doo-doo-mmmJust dance, spin that record babe, da da doo-doo-mmmJust dance, gonna be okay, d-d-d-danceDance, dance, just, j-j-just dance

Tonight as I was on the treadmill I realized that I had a second track to add to my "life album". This week my theme song is "She Wolf" by Shakira. I feel awfully vibrant and on the prowl. Hopefully this weekend I can release my inner She Wolf! LOL!

Sitting across a bar, staring right at her prey. It's going well so far, she's gonna get her wayNocturnal creatures are not so prudentThe moon's my teacher, and I'm her student
To locate the single men, I got on me a special radarAnd the fire department hotline in case I get in trouble laterNot looking for cute little divos or rich city guys that just want to enjoyBut having a very good time and behave very bad in the arms of a boy
There's a she wolf in the closetOpen up and set her freeThere's a she wolf in your closetLet it out so it can breathe

What's your theme song??