ramblings.

so sometimes I don't blog for a hot second, because life.

so much excitement I don't know where to begin. I got a new car, that's the most important part. a 2014 toyota corolla sport. Black on black and I hate the way new cars smell. Let's all just take a second and thank the heavens that I got a car with AC before the summer was over. Whew.

I'm considering trying intermittent fasting, but I'm not really sure about it. I've read mixed reviews and talked to a few people. I think the majority of the issues that I read about it came from people who were already relatively lean. aka not me. For those of you who don't know (this is my synopsis of I.F.) you pretty much fast for anywhere from 12-24 hours at a time (obviously if you fast 24 hours you don't do it multiple days in a row otherwise what you're doing is called anorexia, not fasting) and then you have a feeding window. I have some questions because some of the research I read was talking about the feeding window being post workout and well, post workout from me varies from 6pm to sometimes 9pm and I'm not trying to be awake at midnight eating God only knows what. If I do try it, I will likely pump the brakes and start with maybe a 12 hour fast first. If you know me at all, once I get an idea I am ALL IN, and I'm incredibly impatient as we've discussed before. But Nessie I thought you were lovin' life on weight watchers? well, I was/am...but let me be clear. I am so sick of counting points. SO. SICK. OF. IT. If I try fasting, I'm not planning on eating all the food during whatever window of time, I'm planning on being smart. I plan on that daily but sometimes things happen. Like a couple weeks ago I wore a dress and cardigan combo to work, and when I got in my car I forgot to take my cardigan off. I was hot, so I decided to take it off at the next red light I came too, well, it took me 3 stops to get it off because I didn't take my seat belt off. I was angry about that, and threw the cardigan more forcefully than I probably should have, forgetting my passenger window was down... and I think we all know where this is going. My precious tiffany blue cardigan went straight out the window. Literally. I laughed out loud and just thought "this is my life."  I say that to say this, I'm trying to be more careful and less extreme. I've lost 14 pounds in about 7 weeks-ish, hell I have a hard time keeping tabs on anything anymore. I still stand by my statement I have adult ADD.  Speaking of ADD, if I don't do some damn cardio, ANY CARDIO, I need someone to come punch me in the liver. Please and thank you.

I booked my flight to Pittsburgh! I'm really, really scared to death about flying. I go from Asheville to Atlanta to Pittsburgh and I am terrified that I'm going to get to Atlanta and not want to get on the flight to Pittsburgh. I HATE heights, so I got isle seats every time and am hoping I will not be the crazy bitch on the plane crying before it even takes off. Let's be honest, I will probably cry on the way to the airport. Crying is what I do when I'm happy, scared, sad, etc. I also wasn't aware that pilots can't really see where they're going. Let me hit you with some cold hard facts. I am not brave, in fact, I almost cried driving to Nashville this weekend. The state of Tennessee thinks doing roadwork on every third mile of 40 west is the best plan of action, and I was stuck on a bridge, a sketchy one no less, that was down to 1 lane on each side and I had to sit in the middle of it while this tractor-trailer pulling another tractor trailer merges over and the bridge was shaking. I could feel it, and my only thought was "I hope the impact from my car hitting the water when this collapses is enough to kill me because I really can't swim" and drowning is in my top 5 worst ways to go, only after being kidnapped, water boarded, lit on fire or shanked in prison. Thankfully, as we all know because I'm here blogging, I survived the great bridge debacle of 2014. I kinda wish I had that on tape, but I couldn't share it because the language I was using was vulgar at best.

Anyways, that's really what's up in the world-o-nessie at the moment. New cars, new diets, same old snark. I also stand by my statement to know me is to love me :)