Kristen (my bestie) got married last weekend and her wedding was so beautiful…and such a blast! Here are some of my favorite pics from the reception!
My fiance and his lovely face.
Amber and I making The Lips pose.
Thomas and me being lovey-dovey.
Dancing with Kristen at the reception!
Smoochy…smoochy!
Earlier this month I wrote about my misadventures with exercise. I have always been lighthearted about the fact that I don’t exercise, though it has been harder to do so since I have been seeing Thomas. Like I mentioned before, he is an avid worker-outer, and he regularly tells me he is concerned that I am not.
(These are my general feelings towards exercise…NO!)
It usually doesn’t bother me greatly, except that the other day I was hanging out with one of my best friends and we were at Target trying on shoes. I had only tried on 2 pair when I realized I was breathing hard. Seriously? Yes, I was getting winded from trying to keep my balance on one foot while pulling boots on and off my feet. This was NOT OK.
I immediately tried to laugh it off, but I gotta admit – laughing is hard to do when you’re so winded! I thought I was about to faint!
Nevertheless, I was still lighthearted about it enough that I told the girls in home group and I even told Thomas a couple of days later. He got pretty quiet and then told me he was really concerned for me. He said he didn’t so much care about me working out so I could look different on the outside, but that he wanted me to be healthy on the inside so I could be around for a long time to come…so he could have me for a long time! Awww….how can you argue with that?
You can’t! Well, you can (and I did) but let me just tell you it doesn’t go well. I lost the argument and even though I am vehemently against gyms, I went to the Community Activity Center today and got a membership for one month. Not only that, but I then proceeded to walk/jog for 2 miles! So even though I have accomplished this GREAT feat for myself…I can’t celebrate just yet. Turns out tomorrow I have to go back and do it all over again!
How in the world do all you exercise freaks find the self motivation to keep doing it??? I think I have a serious self-motivation problem! I need you to wish me luck as I begin my adventure to make my insides healthy so I can enjoy the rest of my life…for as long as God gives me!
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I think having guilty pleasures is a good thing to an extent. Of course guilty pleasures that could (or do) have truly harmful effects on us are not what I’m talking about. I’m more so talking about these things in which we indulge that make us happy, but yet we feel a little shy or embarrassed to admit they evoke such feelings.
By this point you must be curious as to what some of my guilty pleasures are…so I’ll be nice and share a few with you:
Adam’s Peanut Butter Cheesecake from The Cheesecake Factory
Reality TV Shows (Like Keeping Up with the Kardashians)
Chelsea Handler’s comedy
Sprinkles’ Cupcakes
US Weekly
Marble Slab Sweet Cream with Raspberries and Pecans
After compiling this list I have to say it’s quite odd to me that all of my guilty pleasures revolve around food and gossip….what does this say about me? And more importantly what does this say about things that are slightly harmful to me? I suppose I can easily see how the food would be harmful – the 3 foods I listed all have a high lactose content which I can’t digest. The gossip however I fear is more harmful.
What is it about the train-wreck effect that continually draws us back to the scene? Why do we care so much about other people’s lives? Particularly celebrities lives?
I fear that it has something to do with the fact that we secretly find pleasure in their mishaps, in their misfortunes…and it makes me really sad to think about that. That we would find pleasure in the breakdown of others..and maybe it’s so we don’t feel so different than them, maybe it’s to hide our own insecurities, but still it’s heartbreaking. Have we forgotten that we’re all on the same team?
We are all human…we all bleed blood…we all die. So what exists so deep inside our subconscious that we have turned on one another? Will we ever know?
