Have you ever made a really stupid drunk decision? One that will clearly effect your life for a while? Something along the lines of a one night stand or winning a wet t-shirt contest. Well, I got drunk and signed up for a half marathon.
The Disney Princess Half Marathon to be exact. What exactly was I trying to prove? No freakin clue. But now I have 125 days to not only turn my chubby self int a runner, but a long distance runner. Ew. I downloaded an app, 13.1 for Pink, to help me train. And signed up for bootcamp. I’ve already dropped 20 pounds and can run for FIVE WHOLE MINUTES without stopping, but that’s clearly not enough.
This past weekend was a busy one, filled with work and to-do lists. Sunday morning I got a text from my best friends mom, asking if I wanted to go to the second round of Miss Iowa USA and watch her daughter compete. Um, watch girls with big hair and pretty dresses? Yes please. I of course loved it. All those concave stomachs and thigh gaps make for swell workout inspiration. And I kinda think I need a pageant coach for my life.
And BTW, I looked superadorable. No surprise there.
I’m totally filing this outfit away for the next time I have to go to church, and I’ll clearly have to buy Lilly’s Cassie Slub dress in a few more colors. Darn.
Also, maybe I should start wearing jewelry. Maybe.
Every week, I bake. I bake because I love it. The warm oven, the KitchenAid, attempting to not eat dough. I bake for my friend’s junior high youth group, I bake for various meetings my mom attends, I bake because sometimes it’s the only way I can think of to show people that they are cared for.
Last week for youth group I decided to try this recipe from Six Sisters, which I stumbled upon via Pinterest. What I got was a glooby mess, so I did what any normal girl woul do. I melted some marshmallows and butter and made cereal bars. They looked delicious, and he junior highers approved. Moms of junior highers; sorry for snacking your kids with marshmallows, cake mix, almond bark and sprinkles.
That’s a lie. I’m not sory at all.