Yoga a GoGo

As you may know, I’ve been valiantly attempting to get “in shape.” I haven’t decided on which shape that will be, yet. I kinda have been yoyo-ing with my commitment to a healthy lifestyle. And no, giving up chocolate and wine is note an option (god, I’m like a character from a Nora Roberts novel. How stereotypically female of me).

I went back to yoga class today after a hiatus, and obviously it kicked my ass. In a good way… I think. Anywho, something said at the end of the class really stuck with me. I was flopped into my version of meditation (imagine a faceplanting starfish. That’s this gal), while my badass teacher was talking to the class. She talked about rewarding yourself for coming to class and such, then she said.

“You did something amazing today. If you go through your day thinking that instead of how you should have done more or did better, your whole outlook will change.”

Woah. This human starfish was not expecting that.

As an overachiever with anxiety/depression/a partridge in a pear tree, The mantra “You should have done more.” Runs through my head roughly 6,943 times a day. The weird thing, though, is that you never realize that you think it until the idea is firmly planted in your head.

So, as I’m nomming on some leftover shrimp and pasta, I made the choice to try and make my mindset one similar to how I felt during class. We’ll see how it goes.

Have any of you guys felt this way? Do you have any mantras to get you through? Did it help your mindset?

Bombshells and Bras

Much like Moses’s quest for the promised land, I find myself on an epic quest to find the perfect bra. This has been happening for years, and I can only hope I don’t end up in the desert with a golden calf.
I have learned many things during this. First and most importantly, Victoria’s secret straight up lies to you. They want you to buy one of their bras, but they only have limited sizes. When I went to see if they had anything for me, they tried to say I’m a 34C. I’m 30F. Shade thrown. But let’s be real, no one buys Victoria’s Secret bras to wear them for any length of time. That’s the only logical explanation I can come up with for bedazzling lingerie.
It’s hard to measure yourself, so get a friend to help. Think of it as a bonding exercise. I asked Charming to measure me, however it just turned into him bewildered at what goes into women’s clothing. Oh honey, you don’t even know. Continue reading

An argument against dieting

One thing that is not in the new spouses brochure in the Air Force is that you WILL gain weight when you move to Germany. Is it because German food is delicious?Eh, kind of. More like the sun doesn’t shine for 9 months, so you have to eat a lot to comfort yourself. Oh, and wine is cheap. Now, as a bombshell, I embrace my curves. After all #bustygalproblems was basically written about me. However, when my mad cute clothes don’t fit anymore, we have a problem.  Continue reading