I am a terrible blogger. I LOVE my blog with all of my glittery heart, but I just… haven’t been paying much attention to it. It’s rude, I know, because I like to write it and you like to read it, so it’s basically bad manners to ditch it for so long. Right? Like what kind of selfish bitch says, I’M HAVING THE MOST TERRIBLE SUMMER WAH WAH WAH FEEL SORRY FOR ME BECAUSE MY LIFE IS SO HARD I HAVE SO MANY WHITE GIRL PROBLEMS AND I’M NOT EVEN WHITE then just totally disappears?
…This one, apparently. Oops.
Between my freelance life, my social life, and looking at apartment porn/pictures of Adam Levine, I just haven’t had much time to write. I was lamenting this fact in an email to my friend AJ – also a badass blogger – and she was like, “Bitch you need to blog about not blogging, if only for the sake of blogging!”
Okay maybe she didn’t call me a bitch, but she could have. I take it as a term of endearment. So, here’s what’s new.
After my post-adolescent midsummer freakout, I basically got sick of being annoyed with myself and took steps to handle it. The biggest challenges I faced were these CRAZY intense mood swings and panic I was experiencing, and an extra 15 lbs that found their way onto my body without my permission. Popping Xanis only put me to sleep, and I wasn’t exactly depressed so anti-depressants didn’t interest me. So under the guidance and director of my doctor, I started following a hormone-stabilizing diet.
It worked like MAGIC. Don’t get me wrong. It’s a tough-as-hell eating lifestyle: no sugar, no booze, no dairy, no gluten, no carbs, no fun. But by the end of September I was down 10lbs (all from my ass, very depressing) and my skin looked amazing – and that’s coming from someone who has great skin on the regular. My mood swings subsided and my panic attacks became way less frequent. I felt better, looked better, and AM better… All of that just September a very boring month though, ya know?
I kicked off October by heading up north to an outdoor wedding in the middle of nowhere with a friend. It was an open bar so naturally I drank my weight in wine, ruined a pair of suede heels on the gravelly dirt floor, blacked out during dinner, threw up food I don’t remember eating, and ate more bread in an hour than I have in the past year. As I was sitting on bale of hay (oh hai, outdoor wedding) drinking water and recovering, a hot, scruffy-faced 25-year-old came up to me and asked, “Hey, you changed shoes! You were wearing heels earlier, right? What happened?”
It’s probably common knowledge that a hot boy noticing my shoes is my kryptonite – if it’s not, it should be. I had no idea why he was talking to me: my mascara was smeared and my hair had leaves and hay in it, so I definitely wouldn’t have talked to me – but damn, I must be cute no matter how terrible I think I look. If I hadn’t just vommed I probably would’ve made out with him, but I did the classy thing instead and let him feed me chocolate cake.
Where was I going with this again?
Oh yeah, blogging. So I threw out my back after that wedding (no, not with the 25 y/o), and it basically WRECKED my beauty routine. I’ve been a hot mess all month, but only looks-wise. Mentally, I’m pretty much recovered. I made some lifestyle changes, went to a Ke$ha concert, attended some cool events for the first time in months, got some fun products in, broke my iPhone (fiending on that gold one), had some “Ugh, only me!” experiences… all is back to normal and I’ll blog about ALL OF THE THINGS just as soon as I send out these 2 invoices, file 3 more stories for work, and get some nonsense type of no-carb food in my system.
The “To-Do” list never ends, man.