I want to make sure that I don't discount my goal for February. The act of minimizing has been a welcomed, refreshing and empowering change. With that said, everything that has come along with it has subsequently been a significant challenge. I've already made one trip to donate 7 bags of clothes and accessories I no longer need, and yet there is so much more stuff mocking me with its presence that I haven't gotten around to. I keep looking at all of the overpriced books I was required to purchase in college and have truly gone through it with them. Do they stay or do they go? For 98% of the last month, they were a definite go. But today, I looked at them again and they looked at me and somehow managed to convince me they belong on my shelf collecting dust for a bit longer before I get fed up with them again and cut the BFA umbilical cord. Soon.
Just last week, I was putting my laundry away and seriously considered putting half of it into a donation bag. I will say that I was truly compelled to donate some of my clothing, but in reality, a majority of the reason behind my desire to purge is because I’m inherently lazy, and it was the first time I was actually hanging my clothes up in over a month. I have no issues washing and drying my clothes, but the second the clothing is dry, I would be completely content living out of the dryer. Give it a quick fluff when necessary. There are things that I hate doing, like cleaning the tub, and even that takes precedence over hanging shit.
My first child was unplanned. The irony in that is that she herself had unplanned babies 2 months into bringing her home. For those of you who don’t know me personally, I didn’t have a human baby that had 2 more human babies at 2 months of age. I’m clearly talking about my poodle, and yes, of course I consider her my child. Those of you who say dog moms need to stop, well so do you!
#9. I’m midwestern AF. I grew up in St. Louis, went to highschool and college in Minnesota and moved to Chicago 4 years ago. My favorite pastime is eating. Ranch dressing is my ketchup. I apologize for everything. I wait in line just like I’m supposed to and am polite to strangers. I have a real weakness for cookies and bars, hotdish, and pretty much anything on a stick, but even so, don’t have the capacity to commit the midwestern cardinal sin - I will never take the last serving.
This year, Todd and I have acquired quite the collection of wedding invitations. I am not saying this to brag about how cool and popular we are because that's a given, I'm merely making an observation. One that confirms that getting older requires a lot more responsibility and holy shit, weddings are expensive.
After the success of my first keto-related post (read about it here), I've returned for an encore. This one? Much more serious. Adhering to a strict way of eating, regardless of what type, can be frustrating. I've had plenty of moments where I've considered giving up, buying myself a cake and eating the entire thing in [...]