Being funky, fly, and fresh is way hard. This weekend I feel like I've been preparing to go here instead of here. I don't know what it is. Maybe I just get overwhelmed by how much I want to change and give up.
There's only so many times I can look at the logo from Uncle Julio's Rio Grande (my favorite restaurant ever) and not think he's taunting me.
Don't even get me started on this Ginger:
I knew it wouldn't be easy or even fun sometimes but it's so frustrating to see these people at the gym not looking like a hot mess while they work out. Meanwhile I look like Kirstie Alley running to a Dunkin Donuts before it closes. I guess the best way to look at it all is that I'm still going. I'm not giving up which is what I've done in the past. I never want this to be a blog of complaints but I thought I'd share how things are going in the front. They'll improve for sure. I'm also really lucky because I have great friends that keep pushing me. Plus I have a bridesmaid dress to get in to in August so if that's not motivation I don't know what is. I guess it could stress me out and do the opposite of work hard which is eat to the point where they have to wheel chair me down the aisle like I'm Gilbert Grape's mom.