Meat Tarts

Because my internet is as sketchy as Banksy (here) I figure I better blog now. First off, the vegetarian thing is going spleeeendidly. It's not as hard as I imagined, and in fact, the only things I'm missing out on are delicious turkey sandwiches and hot pockets. One of those two things is an easy give-up. (hint: meaty poptarts) I'm not sure if I've lost weight this week, because I avoid the scale at all costs and only go by how I'm feeling and fitting. All I know is that I can try harder next week and it will be a cinch being good during all the 4th of July BBQ's...because I WON'T EAT MEAT! I'm kinda stoked, I'll be saving myself the extra calories of hamburgers and hotdogs. :D I plan to do great things once I've lost weight. I guess I'll just tell you now since more than...all of you will read this once and move on. I plan to start a fashion blog! I haven't decided if I will just convert this blog, or start a new one. I'm thinkin' I'll start anew. I want to eventually get a job as a fashion journalist (Teen Vogue anyone?) or be a wardrobe stylist for fashion shoots, so by starting a fashion blog, hopefully I can see what kinda chops I got. It will include outfits from my own wardrobe as well as street fashion.  So there's something to look forward to eh? Stay tuned with me! I know you can't wait for the before and after pictures that will come in the near future!!

Holy Focus!

Oh shit. My mom is making cookies tonight. focusfocusfocusfocusfocusfocusfocusfocus!! This is my weakness, cookies are my weakest weak link. I've worked out at crossfit and did a 90 minute yoga class today, but I also splurged on those fuggin' delcious peanut butter crackers. *sigh* I am in control. I will not eat any cookie dough or even eat one cookie. I will not. I'm blogging this so that I will have to be honest, if I "f" up and do something sinful, I will have to report back and be all embarrassed. Tonight I will have a spinach pocket (Amy's organic), salad, and a lowfat ice cream (skinny cow). I will not eat anything that has to do with cookies. It's Not Worth It. I was looking at pictures of myself on facebook (ones I had been tagged in and notified of) and I do not need any cookies to put it lightly. I am not confident about what I see, let's call those pictures the "before" pictures. It can only get better so long as I stay FOCUSED. Give me strength. Have a fabulous evening everyone!!

Attention-saurus Rex

Sometimes I wish I could put the earth in a glass jar, hand it to someone, and see if they still wanted it. If they still wanted to hold all eyes and all focus, because I don't think they would. In fact, I think they'd look at me with a puzzled expression and ask me why I had given it to them. Why had they deserved all the world in a jar? I'd say: "because you seemed to have wanted it. All the attention from all the people you know was never enough, so...here ya go." There are people who can take a story about an elephant eating a funnel cake and revert it back to themselves. These people also like to chime in with random factoids about themselves out of nowhere, literally, nowhere. For example, you'll say: "Hang on a sec, I gotta tie my shoe" and they'll stand quietly for a moment and wait. Then out of nowhere, this will happen: "Dude, I was talking to my mom this morning and she told me I was pretty." I'm considering theories as to why this happens with people you may or may not know. Are there people genetically configured to need consistant attention from everyone around them? I'd say that if we were to look at the evolutionary standpoint, these people would be the "distractors." You know, like...here comes a dinosaur right? A big bad fella with sharp teeth and here we are, the little...non-vicious dinos and we're all lookin' at each other like "Ohhhhh shiiiz" and so what do we do? We push the distractor out of the foliage and into view of the big bad guy so that it can do a little dino dance, because that's what it loves to do! It would gladly take the heat as long as someone was watching it do tricks and trying to be all badass. I only write so passionately about this, because I've run into so many dancing dinos around these parts. Why does it have to be "look at me! Look at me!" when it could simply be "here I am, take it or leave it. I am what I am." Where's a dino trainer when you need it?
Has our generation gotten to the point where we are incapable of listening and so we thirst for direct attention all the time? We embellish stories to the most bizarre level, here's what really happened to..."sally":

Sally sees an old woman crossing the street with moderate difficulty, so she walks up and offers help, but the old lady confidently yet gently refuses. After this, sally goes and meets her friend Jonathan for lunch. Here's what ensues:
Jonathan: So wait, what happened??!
Sally: I innocently asked this old geezer if she needed assistance and all of a sudden she started beating me with her cane shouting "THE DEMON, SAVE ME FROM THE DEMON!!" and then she sprouted large wings and flapped herself up into the darkening sky. 
Jonathan:....dude, no friggin' way?
So many embellishments non? I'm not saying that I don't embellish things every now and then, because sometimes, that's the only way people will listen, and I also find it hard to listen when I have something to say that I'm stoked about. However, we must begin a movement to politely hush these dancing dinos and sallys of the world because frankly, there isn't enough energy in the world to quench their thirst for attention.

baby cow say "moo"

In partnership with my new get healthy plan, I have decided to be vegetarian one week at a time (let's not get ahead of ourselves now.) Last night my brother-in-law requested veil and quail for his birthday dinner (he's from Brazil, which is probably irrelevant). Anyways, I found it somewhat horrifying that anyone would be like "WOOHOO VEIL!!" because ladies and gents, veil is/was at one time a cute little baby cow kept in a dark metal box so that it's legs would grow 0 muscle, therefore producing tender meat. I find it sad. Here's the thing though, I got in an argument with a stranger at work and my family about why i was being hypocritical. I was discriminating against the fully grown animals that are probably not treated any better. I was saving the "awwwwws!" for the babes and not the mothers and the fathers. So, I'm going on a mission to become a vegetarian. I used to be against it because I thought: the packaged meat in the store is going to waste the more people who turn to this lifestyle, thus, the animal died for no reason, but upon further consideration i can now say that I am one less consumer so there is a tad bit less demand for said animal to die. bam! I refused to eat the cornish game hen that was served last night in replace of quail, veil, and the forgotten rabbit jeeze. There were four little baked bodies covered in gravy/grease sitting in all their midget-ness...poor fellas. So here's to animals!! I respect you so much that I won't eat your grilled/baked/fried/stewed flesh. 
P.S. I do not begrudge meat eaters, this is a personal goal and I think anyone who reads my blog is the bees knees.