22, 5'9", college student (part time waiting tables). An eternal optimist.
Having fun, working hard, getting healthy.
Trying to figure out my life, one day at a time.

This is about getting fit. There's nothing sexy about being stick thin (trust me). Kicking ass, loving yourself, and looking good doing it? That's sexy as shit.

I couldn't care less about the number on the scale, it's all about getting healthy and strong.

SW: 160 (May 1, 2011)
CW: 155
GW: Whatever. Happy and healthy. ;)

ASK me anything... and I'll do:
50 jumping jacks
25 crunches
25 push ups

TRULY. So ASK AWAY!!! PLEASE! Push me!

 

I’m back!

I’ve been gone, but now I am back! In the mean time… 

… I lost some weight, and then probably gained some back. 

… I started a new job as a waitress, which is absolute insanity most of the time. We’re probably one of the most fast-paced, busy restaurants I’ve ever been in. Regularly, on average week nights, we will have ALL of our tables full, and have a wait at the door. If there isn’t a huge wait at the door, it’s a slow night for us. (This helped me lose a bunch of weight @ first, but then when I started EATING our food for dinner 3-4x a week, all that running around was negated :( )

… I met the boy of my dreams. Literally. I am not lying. I’m almost 23. Been around the block a time or two. Was single for YEARS. And then, on opening night @ the new restaurant, he was one of my first tables. It’s basically the cutest love story ever, but we’re gonna get married some day. Without a doubt. He’s part of my weight problem though too. ;) We eat out more than we should, and he loved me for who I am, so adding a few extra pounds didn’t matter. 

Now though, it’s time to get my figure back. I haven’t done too much damage. I think I am in better shape then when I started a year ago. The main problem is that I am out of shape. Not fat, just out of shape. I get tired too quickly. I went and did the elliptical yesterday, and my lungs were killing me in no time. Fortunately, the boy and I are on the same page. Just because it doesn’t matter if we weigh a little extra, doesn’t mean we should. So we’re going to motivate each other, and be the positive reinforcement we each need. 

Along with you guys. Because last year, no matter how much positive reinforcement I received from my “real world”, none of it compared to the inspiration and motivation I got from you guys. The pics, the inspiring posts… it’s all so great. I  took a look through some of it last night, and I was instantly feeling gung-ho again. So I can’t wait to be a part of it. It may not be as MUCH as I was last year, but still something.

That said, <3 you guys. So glad to be back. 

You know what annoys me… (#1)

When guys drive giant, lifted trucks, and then have those stupid balls hanging off their trailer hitch. Like, my god. Can you be any more explicit about the fact that you have a small penis, or what? 

But no, I mean, seriously…

I think I’m going to start posting the random things that annoy me on here. Because, I can, and I think my roommates might get annoyed with my regular “You know what really annoys me…” hahaha. Anyway… that’s the plan. Here we go. 

If you speak with enough confidence… no one is going to question you. 

… #1 rule of bullshit. Applicable to the real world. If you do a good enough job of talking the talk, no one is going to question whether you can really walk the walk. 

eathealthyexercisealot:

tonedgoals:

inthenditslife:

favorite movie xx

haha, whenever i feel like i wanna stop running i sing to myself “just keep running, just keep running”
it actually works &gt;.&lt;

exercise is the best drug and medicine for sadness.for me at least works
Whenever I want to stop, I just tell myself the good old &#8220;if your not puking, fainting or dead&#8230; keep going.&#8221; I&#8217;ve yet to puke, faint, or die&#8230; so yeah! Sometimes I just think I am going to, never actual have! Ha. 

eathealthyexercisealot:

tonedgoals:

inthenditslife:

favorite movie xx

haha, whenever i feel like i wanna stop running i sing to myself “just keep running, just keep running”

it actually works >.<

exercise is the best drug and medicine for sadness.for me at least works

Whenever I want to stop, I just tell myself the good old “if your not puking, fainting or dead… keep going.” I’ve yet to puke, faint, or die… so yeah! Sometimes I just think I am going to, never actual have! Ha. 

healthylivingforyou:

Okay. Just the v-line is nice haha. But I like those abs, of course!

I should say&#8230; I&#8217;m a lucky bitch. I&#8217;ve seen this shit in person. Let&#8217;s just say&#8230; I live in the RIGHT town. Yup. 

healthylivingforyou:

Okay. Just the v-line is nice haha. But I like those abs, of course!

I should say… I’m a lucky bitch. I’ve seen this shit in person. Let’s just say… I live in the RIGHT town. Yup. 

Everything will be okay in the end. If it’s not okay then it’s not the end.

Something I want to believe, but I don’t. Maybe in the grand scheme of things… absolutely. But I think certain situations can end badly. Maybe for the best… but that doesn’t mean it’s not “the end” for those things.