New adventures in never never land.

well, a lot has changed in the last 2 weeks-ish. Clearly by the title of this blog I've been watching Peter Pan. Haters gonna hate. I usually don't go on a hiatus from this literary masterpiece too long, but I've had really weird writers block. the last 402 times I've sat down to write this, it's been a Herculean task. but alas, lucky readers, not anymore. 

 

so. in the last week I've gotten a bangin new tattoo that hurt like hell, an actual meal plan from el jeffe (that's spanish for 'the boss'... thank you senora hoyle, actually just kidding. you were the worst spanish instructor in the world) and an apartment WHAT. Long story short, I don't think I mentioned it here because contrary to what it may seem like, I like to keep the drama to a minimum. I moved out of my apartment at the beginning of February, and my roommate left about 2 weeks ago. I ran in to my sweet neighbor Kelly, and she said my old landlord hadn't rented the place yet, and he called me Tuesday night. So Rebecca and I are moving back in to my apartment in East Asheville! for at least 12 months now haha, this is the 3rd time I've moved in 60 days. I'm sure my dad is over this whole situation because he's the poor soul who gets to help me move this stuff.

 

I also purchased a treadmill from my aunt paula. yay. which will come in handy because fasted cardio every damn morning has made it on the plan. EVERY. MORNING. weekends should automatically be excluded from everything. it's 15 minutes, which is reasonable for a normal human. I however, am not a normal human. I have considered getting up, doing said cardio, and then laying back down for an hour but my best assumption is that would be counter productive. I mean, getting up half an hour early isn't the end of the world. Yes, I mean half an hour because Jesus knows I'm not going to pop out of my bed like the damn easter bunny and hop on the treadmill all the way to cotton town. Is that where peter cottontail went? am I the only one who remembers that? am I making that up? who the hell knows. Anyways, moral of the story is, I'm not the most excited morning person in the world. I'm also supposed to eat egg whites and a cup of vegetables for breakfast and my very first thought was who the hell eats eggs and carrots at 6:30 in the fucking morning? That was my thought process word for word. then I realized, I can make an omlet. and by an omlet I mean I can make scrambled eggs with shit in them. I don't think I've ever successfully made an omlet. I've been kind of IIFYM'ing it for a bit, and when I stuck to it like I should, I lost weight. But I think right now some serious consistency and a little less wiggle room might be the best option. I know this is trail and error, so I'm trying to calm the fuck down. I'm moving my shit back to Asheville tomorrow, then I have to work all weekend, so I'm thinking I'll work like 7-3 on Sunday, then grocery shop and meal prep and get my shit together for Monday. I'm also supposed to drink 1.75 gallons of water a day. i'm going to go ahead and put a work order in for my desk to be moved to the bathroom. I mean, it is an excuse to get up and move, but I'm not a fish. I just want to be a lean mean string bean. and by mean, I mean incredibly pleasant little lamb. we all know that's not gonna happen. People who don't know me don't expect the tattoos and mouth. The guy doing my sweet tat last weekend's name was Brody, and he spent his night laughing at me. The closer he got to my elbow with the tattoo gun, the more I cussed and it didn't even make sense. It was like I had tourettes. We were talking about flying and I was like "I don't do heights, this table is even a little too high for me but SHIT FUCK DAMN BRODY" and my head twitched. I kind of wish I had that on tape. Both boys in the shop laughed and then said "damn girl you got a mouth", SURPRISE. it's amazing what you say when you have a needle being drug through your skin where there is basically nothing between the needle and bone. Earlier he asked in the initial "hey, how are you", "is this your first tattoo sweetheart?"....try 6th. #alldayson. I will say I have a fairly high pain tolerance but I was ready for that to be over by the time he said "all done"...then he had to clean it off, which was almost as bad as the actually needling. Now it's all scabby and itchy, but it's beauuutiful. It's also the start of my half sleeve.

 

back to the point of this blog. workouts were good on Monday/Tuesday, then shit went downhill because well, packing my stuff for the third time in 2 months is a mess. Even though I have two boxes in my car I hadn't gotten out/unpacked yet haha, so I got a headstart on that.

 

Super excited for this new chapter. Living with my twinsie will surely be an adventure, but a fun one annnnnnnnd one of my absolutely best friends, Kalynn and her husband are moving on to the same street on Tuesday. NEIGHBORS! So, while things have changed drastically for me in the first 90ish days of the year, things will settle down soon. I have to take things one day at a time, and stop worrying about 10 months from now.

Anyways, this is where I am right now. I'm willing to give everything a shot, and hope for the best. But we don't get what we wish for, we get what we work for. So here's to a weekend of moving, work, meal prep and the start of a new adventure. It's a whole new world, a dazzling place I never knew....

Bet you'll never guess what movie I'm watching next :)