"W" stands for you're a loser.

Sometimes, I get an idea.  Sometimes, said idea is a really fricken stupid idea, yet I still go through with it.

I recently got the idea that I wanted to go back to school.  So I registered and paid for classes.  My boss agreed to help foot the bill of said continuing education endeavor.  Sweet, right?  Yes, very much so.  I am very lucky to have supportive people around me.

I took 2 classes during the spring semester and Aced them both.  Hell yeah, I could do this.

Then I got the wild hair up my ass that I should take a summer I class.  Yeah.  A normal 3 month class squeezed into 6 weeks.  And what subject did this brainiac decide I'd like to be tortured in?  Math.  I am not a math genius.  Hell, I can add/subtract/divide/multiply like a champ but that's about the extent of what my brain remembers.  I've been in the work force since I was 16 and that's the only math I've used.

Anyways, I registered for Intermediate Algebra.  I only had 1 option for a night time professor at the campus by our house, so I took him.  Even though I could tell by his name he was definitely russian.  Let's just say, worst professor ever.  No patience, did not explain any concepts, english was his 4th language so you can imagine how hard it was to understand him, and when someone asked a question he berated us that "this is easy!!" and what was wrong with us?  I knew after the first class that I should drop it.  But I listened to other people and stayed in.  I've been staying up until sometimes midnight or 3 a.m. trying to get all of the homework and quizzes done.  I've put in more than 100% and I just couldn't seem to get the hang of it.  So what'd I do?  Went to campus today and withdrew.  Feeling stupid, defeated, and more importantly annoyed that I was now out about $500 (tuition, books, mathXL.)

And while I do feel defeated today, and pretty sad ...I'm happy that I will have the opportunity to re-take the class and actually understand the concepts.  I won't have to try and cram all of that information into my brain in a short period of time.

So basically, I learned a lesson.  A very expensive lesson.  Always trust your instincts.  No one learns the same.  You're the one attending class, not other people.  Do what's best for you, and always, always give 100%.

Sorry for the rambling, but I needed to get that off my chest.  Hope ya'll had a fabulous weekend.

30 by 30

Okay ya'll, so I was feeling so discouraged.

I was eating well (or so I thought), and busting my butt working out and NOTHING was happening.  Sure, my clothes were getting looser but I wanted that magical number on the scale to start going down.  I decided to do something drastic.

I joined a chicks only boot camp.  And it's actually been fun!  I've been 7 times in the last 16 days and so far have lost a total of 5.1 lbs.  Yes, the .1 totally counts.  It just feels so good to start seeing the scale move again.

The crazy thing?  I am eating so much more, but I'm also sticking to a paleo diet.  I guess I should use that term loosely because I had a few beers last Saturday, and once in awhile I'll have a piece of chocolate after dinner.  But besides that, no cheating.  Coffee black.  Eggs & chia seeds & veggies for breakfast.  Boring food, but nutritious food and I'm okay with that. 

It feels weird that I just realized I am actually starting to achieve my birthday goal.  Sure I still have almost 25 lbs. to lose before my birthday, but I'm getting there.  Finally.

Hope you're all having a fabulous week.  We got major rain here tonight, so we're just relaxing on the couch since the beau has been out of town the past few days.  We've got some catching up to do.  ;)

Tons-o-weekend Fun

Had a fabulous time this weekend spending it with the beau's family.  It was his nephew's first birthday, and true to fashion, the beau's SIL threw an amazing party!  Seriously, I don't know how she does it.  She always has the most amazing food and desserts it will pretty much make you drool on yourself.  

I always love it when the LO & his cousins get together.  He just loves it so much, and has a fun time that it's all he talks about for quite awhile.

After the party fun on Saturday, we ventured out to Lake Eola on Sunday morning.  They were having a farmers market, and a free book event for the kids.  Lunch at Panera, and then we were in the car for the 2 hour drive home.  

It wasn't a very eventful weekend, but it was fun.  Good, quality family time.  That's the stuff memories are made of.

The LO wanted to dress his cousin up...I die.  Too much cuteness. 

Some of the desserts...ugh, I stayed away from it all thankyouverymuch. 

Ugh...I am so jelly of Kristen's skinny ass legs. 

This is my tall drink of water showing me how to stretch my aching calves...mmm yeah, about that. 

Look at this big ass birds nest!  That bird was definitely close to poking my eyeball out.

Hope everyone survived their Monday!

30 by 30

Oh, where to start with this post?

I thought about quitting this weekend.  Just giving up.  I can't seem to control myself on the weekends.  I eat like my life depends on it.  I drink like I'm in a college frat some weekends.  I gained a few pounds.  I really did think about quitting.

Then I told myself NO.  There has to be something else that will work for me.  So, I joined a boot camp.  No lie.  I worked out yesterday morning.  I am so not a morning person.  But I went.  And got my ass kicked for a full hour.  It was brutal and I can barely walk.  So I skipped the boot camp today, but will run tonight.  And be back at boot camp tomorrow.

I just see people around try with such minimal effort and they lose.  And here I am, all big and uncomfortable.  So I will keep going.  Not give up like I usually do.  Something will happen, eventually.

Moral of the story:  everyone is different, never give up.  Even if it's sometimes hard as a mother effer.

Styles that leave your man thinking "what the eff"

...is this bitch wearing?  Now I know the beau doesn't refer to me as a bitch, ever, because he's smarter than that, but there are times when it would be totally appropriate:

What kinda weird makeup job is that?  Why does she look like a cat?

Whoa!  Who's she going to stab with those nails?

Wow!  Those shorts are short...(said no man ever.)

So I guess there are exceptions to every rule.  

Anyways, I recently found out there are some things that women do that leave men totally scratching their head.  Of course I only found this out because I am totally guilty of a few of these and the beau finally fessed up.  Here's the list of things you wear/do that will leave your man wondering who started this fashion trend and why you decided to hop on the train.

Black nails.  I am so guilty of this.  I love black nails.  Maybe it's because they match my soul (kidding), or maybe because I'm not really good at washing my hands and they hide the dirt under my nails?  I really have no idea why I'm so in love with black nails, I just am.  So this trend is staying.  

While we're on the subject of nails, let's talk super pointy nails.  No, you are not a kitty cat.  No, your nails should never be used as weapons.  Unless of course you're Lady Gaga.  I'm sure that chick is into some weird shit.  She does wear meat dresses, after all.  These nails are a no, no, no.  Unless you want your man to run away from you in the bedroom.  Then they're a major do!

Let's talk leopard.  Now, I guess I should probably clarify with my beau if men hate all leopard print, or just ridiculous iPhone cases.  Either way, I bought this gorgeous cover and he says "what IS that thing? It's hideous!!"  Again, I will keep this trend.  Because I love all things leopard print thankyouverymuch.

Let's talk hair.  I love buns.  My hair is almost to my ass crack.  It's long, it's thick, it can be a royal pain in the  the b-hole.  Buns are my go-to hair do when I don't have much time.  Apparently men hate them.  It's true, they even dedicated a whole "King of Queens" episode about it.  Oh well, this is another one of my "styles" that is staying.  I might even throw in a sock bun here and there to really make him question what's going on.

Speaking of hair, how do you feel about the "poof?"  Apparently it makes the male species question what the hell you've done to yourself.  I wore it other day around the LO (who is only 5) and he says "Ms. Cole, what's wrong with your hair?" I couldn't help but laugh.  And once upon a time, I had a horrible bangs...in the Summer...in Florida...so my bangs constantly stuck to my forehead.  The poof helped get rid of that.  I don't care what any man says, I love the damn poof.  

Last thing that confuses the shit balls out of them:  statement necklaces.  They have no idea what's hanging around our necks.  The beau said he much prefers something dainty. Too bad for him, as I've purchased around 10 "statement" necklaces.  Know what statement I'm trying to make?  That I like big things on my chest.  Ha!  

What fashion items/styles do you wear/do that you think (or know) your beau thinks is totally weird?  I'm sure there are plenty we've missed.

Hope everyones having a great week!

See that cool cat? That's me in 40 years.

Do you ever see those women in their 70's and 80's that still have their shit together?  Well, that will more than likely NOT be me, but it's fun to dream.  I feel like we all spend so much time wishing our life away, we need to take a step back and start enjoying what's going on in the moment!  Constantly through the week I am wishing the days away, wishing it was another day where I have something else planned.  And this sucks.  And when you step back and evaluate, it's like "holy shit, why am I wishing all of these days and less exciting experiences away?"  Maybe it's just me, maybe it's all women, hell, maybe it's everyone.  Not sure, but here are a few things I'm looking forward to when I'm an old(er) hip lady:

Elastic pants.  Can I get a fuck yes!  No more muffin top?  Sign me up.  I know, I know...I could actually wear pants that fit, but what's the fun in that?  

Purses big enough to knock someone out with.  I don't know how they do it with their old lady backs, but man, those purses are big enough to fit a bowling ball in.  I can fit a shit-load of butterscotch candies in this thing:

I can FINALLY wear comfy shoes!  I will not be a slave to any more high heels.  I'm thinking these shoes are where it's at (it's a bonus that I don't have to tie them):

Another thing?  I can totally get away with making faces like this without people thinking I belong in a mental institution:

Last but not least?  The perfumes.  Sure, they smell like ass to me now, but I'm guessing another 40 years my olfactory will be totally useless, so the perfume will smell good.  And then I can assault other people with my perfume smells.  Unless of course I'm shitting myself by this time.  In which case I'll assault their young olfactory perceptions with my perfumey ass smell:

Here's to another 40 years!

30 by 30

Everything is going well this week as far as weight loss goes.  I hit a bump in the road on Friday because I thought Domino's Pizza was a good idea.  Boy did I pay for that dumb idea.  Sunday was Easter, so of course I indulged.  It was as though I had never eaten a carb before.  I wanted them all. Platefuls of them.  Ugh, I get sick just thinking about cramming all that food down my mouth.

I made a few goals this month that I hope to stick to:

Finish my food/exercise diary on MFP everyday, no matter what;

Finish the c25k.  I've got like 2 weeks left and I'm done; 

Not weigh myself this month.  Everything is fitter better and I'm liking what I see in the mirror, so why get stuck on the number?; and

Not buy any new clothes this month.

That last one isn't fitness related but it needs to be done.  I'd rather have more $ for new clothes when I reach my goal.

Headed out to the LO's soccer game.  Sorry for the super uninteresting post, but I hope ya'll had a fab day!

That one time I was the "cool kid" in school

Remember all of the times people thought you were the kid cool at school?  Yeah, me neither.  I do remember the times I'd get a new little outfit, or some sweet little sneakers and thought I was the greatest fancy pants ever.  I'd get new sneakers and have to sleep in them, I was that damn excited.  Well, that need to sleep in my shoes hasn't really hit me since I've been an adult.  Until tonight.  Someone mentioned all of the cute clothes that Cato's has and they were 100% RIGHT!  I went in tonight after work and found these little shoes.  They were on sale for $19.99 (HOLLA!) and fit pretty comfy.  So, I know you're wondering if I'm currently sleeping in them?  Nah, the boyfriend would probably try and get fresh with me, hehe.  Check out these beauties:

Tell me you wouldn't try to sleep with me while wearing these?  Ha!