LOL we all know that’s nothing but clickbait and bullshit, but WELCOME BACK YA’LL.
Here I am! I’m still alive! I didn’t know when I named this blog “a chance to start over” (ACTSO for short) that it would actually be a legit title for the next few years. I’ve been here in Naperville since August and I have to say, minus missing my family and friends, I’m pretty happy here. Though that statement sounds pretty depressing…”other than missing everyone I know and love, I’m happy here!” But really. It sucks not being able to drive down to my parent’s house whenever I feel like it, or living less than 2 miles from my best friend but this change was what I needed. What’s been happening these last, idk, 8 months? I’M SO GLAD YOU ASKED. First things first I got a cat. If you’ve been living under a rock/don’t have the Instagram, his name is Kevin Eugene Flynn Rider and he’s sassy as fuck and I love him so much most of the time…when he’s behaving. I don’t love him so much when he’s under my bed meowing like an alien at 3am, sticking his paws in the toilet or looking me in the eye as he uses my couch for a scratching post as an act of direct defiance but I have not yet carried out on my threats to turn him in to a purse or take him back to the shelter. I think based on my reactions to my sleep being interrupted or him needing attention we can all agree that motherhood will not suit me well. Good thing that’s not in the cards for me, and I say that with about 98% certainty. I guess you can’t just shove your newborn in the hall and close your door and call it a night. I mean call me (maybe) mean if you want but I have to be able to function at work, kitty treat’s aint fo’ free. Kevin doesn’t seem to understand that though and I’m sure my neighbors are tired of hearing me yell “KEVIN!” but to be fair I’m tired of a little girl named Alyssa screaming her head off at bath time, promptly 7:30pm every night.
Work is going well, they seem to think I’m excellent at my job which is fine by me. I’ve made a friend, her name is Courtney and if she’s reading this trash HELLO FRIEND! She shares her pretzels with me and I share my sass. It’s not really a fair trade (sorry Charlie/Courtney) but it is what it is. I’m on “flex time” at work which is a reward for going above the production standards for more than 90 days. I can’t be “late” I can float my hours, I can come in at 6 one day, 730 the next, 6:22 the day after the day…however I’m militant about my time. I work 6-2:30 errday which, I sincerely hope Ted Bundy or similar isn’t reading this mess but I’m pretty sure he was the dude who hid under the streets in New York and was a cannibal. No? surprise, I don’t know what the hell I’m talking about. If no one has figured it out yet, I actually do have A.D.D and the struggle is real, ya'll. SO REAL.
If anyone is here for the weight loss content I used to share, well, I have bad news. Remember the struggle bus I got on the week my brother died? STILLLLLLLLLLLL ON IT. I never thought I’d be able to go back to a life where I didn’t obsess over every calorie I consumed and workout I skipped. But here we are, in a world where zero fucks are given. To be fair (again) the pizza here is amazeballs (sorry Asheville but your pizza is garbage) and there are these places called “small cakes” and “nothing bundt cakes” and I’ll let you guess what those places sell, hint; it’s not weight loss supplements. As always I’m in a constant state of struggle between “weight loss” and “treat yo’self”, and balance is the key. If Darin happens to be reading this (hello old friend), he can attest that balance has always been an issue. I also have 2 years of workouts and nutrition plans in my Gmail account that I could refer back to at any point in time but that would make sense. I’m still quite far from my highest weight but also not at my lowest weight. I’d like to find a happy medium of food and exercise. I really, really miss Olympic lifting but my left shoulder will likely require surgery for that to happen and I’m not about to go through all of that just specifically to compete again. I mean eventually I’ll have to have the surgery anyway because I can’t raise my left arm above my head but that’s neither here nor there. I'll get around to going back to physical therapy eventually. Ironic, as I work for one of (if not THE) largest PT company in America.
thanks for tuning in to this episode of "where the fuck has this girl been?!"
tune in next time for an unsolicited update on my life!
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