This cover is everything. I'm heavily stalking this girl now.
So I've been MIA lately. I could say there's been a lot going on, because there has. I could say I'm unbelievably stressed out, which is sort of true.
But honestly, I haven't been proud of myself lately. I've been hiding out trying to figure out how to relax, which has made me all around lazy.
Finding comfort in food for a thick girl isn't the best idea. I've never been ashamed of my body, I've never been someone who thought they could be a size 2, but I know when I'm getting unhealthy.
Too much beer, too much junk, not enough exercise and eating right. It's not a difficult equation, but there's always an excuse to not do the right thing.
I'm exhausted, I'm overwhelmed, I'm hungover.
I've had my picture taken a lot lately for different celebrations, and I honestly don't recognize myself. You know when girls look in the mirror and see a fatter version of themselves, well I seem to have the opposite problem.
I'm not saying it's time to go all nutzo, I'm saying it's time to make the girl in the mirror reflect the badass chick I really am again. I've always struggled with my weight, but I know where I should be and this isn't it.
I'm not mad at being slightly chubby, but I'm mad at seeing that I've let myself get to a point where I am embarrassed to even smile for a picture. It's not about feeling I need to fit a certain mold, it's about being the best version I can be, and I'm not comfortable with the person I am showing right now.
Whew, that wasn't easy, because I fancy myself Wonder Woman, but I can still be that and say I'm not happy with where my health is at right now.
All these Drake ITunes shopping sprees are about to pay off, it's time to get my Ronda Rousey on.
And no more beer. OK for a month. OK for a few weeks, but wine is basically a fruit.
Ok I'm not even 30 and I didn't get this year's VMAs.
I got Tori Kelly.
(Go download her album, trust me you'll listen to it everyday)
I love me some Kanye West. I really think he's this misunderstood public figure who lost his mother and is still trying to process grief as an artist. He really is a genius. Promise.
But I didn't get it. I want those tan Yeezus 350's, but I didn't get it.
I'll still vote for him over Trump.
Still love him and own every album, and love Kim. But didn't get it.
Didn't get A$AP's performance. Didn't get Miley's because, well I don't do drugs.
I miss Britney with the snake, and NSYNC with the school background.
Kanye should've performed. Taylor should've had a whole song.
We missed a huge performance.
Kelly Clarkson in the rain, huge.
Beyonce medley huge.
JT reunion with NSYNC huge.
No one is going to be talking about anything other than naked Miley or cray cray Kanye tomorrow.
I'm still #onlyhereforKanye and he deserved that award 110%.
Doesn't this song remind you of that final song at the end of "Teen Witch"?
Well my weekend was spent buried under a pile of homework, but I've got it together and I'm ready for the next five days.
I realize I say this every week, but I'm serious this time. Finished the Ronda Rousey book, cleaned most of the mess my mom left from cleaning out her house, and meal prepped like a boss.
And by cleaned I mean stored it all in my "office" until I can handle facing it all.
Maybe it's because my family's wedding madness is about to kick off.
Maybe it's because professionally a lot of changes are happening.
Maybe it's because I turn 29 in a few weeks.
Maybe it's because I can hear the postman getting as shipment of September Issues and I can't wait to get my hands on them.
But I just have that feeling something is brewing that is going to alter my life again. I had this feeling last year and my mom and sister got engaged.
In the meantime, I'm stress baking this tasty treat from Rachel Zoe, and watching too much Bravo.
Mine involved a road trip per usual and some good live music/people watching.
More on that later this week.
Music on a Monday is a necessity, and this kid Shawn Mendes stole my heart when he stood on stage at the TSwifty concert with nothing but a guitar and KILLED it.
Of course I'm tuning in to a superstar already in progress as my bestie CBK already had this on lock.
Either that or the Ed Sheeran cover he did just got straight to me.
Now I've been to my fair share of country concerts, and I've rocked a lot of different looks. None of them involved cowboy boots.
Never say never, but there's a 98% chance you'll never catch me in a pair. It's just not me.
Flannel, yes. Whiskey, yes. Hats or boots, nope.
Since my sister is out of commission she has been sweet enough to bestow me with tickets for Kenny Chesney this weekend. Now it won't be the same without her, seeing as it's our family tradition.
My first thought went to outfits. Now above are some of the bad boys I want to get my hands on as part of my summer style, but are also country music approved.
Spoiler alert: I'm actually wearing one this weekend.
This weekend was a combination of all my favorite things: friends, family, beer, and holiday.
Not a lot of sleeping, a lot of long talks, and enough giggling to last me a lifetime.
Thursday was life changing seeing Magic Mike with my 2 besties. GO, GO NOW!
Friday was one of the good old days, at my BFF's mom's house for a cookout and some good old college drinking games. Catching up on life, love, and everything in between.
Doing this whole family thing is new to me, and spending Saturday night with my new extended family was what I needed. We sang to a couple of birthday kids, drank a lot, lit some stuff up, and had a deep 1AM convo.
Sunday I barely moved from bed. Not even sorry about it.
The only thing missing from this weekend was my sister, who is still on the road to recovery. She is my family, my friend, and my bestie all rolled into one. Soon she'll be back to being my partner in crime.
OK, school break is on, and that means I'm getting my blog game back.
Stronger, faster, more interesting.
OK, probably just stronger and faster.
No surprise I'm starting the week with a song, music gives me inspiration like no other. Kelsey Ballerini's album fills that country girl void that TSwifty left when she jumped into the pop world.
It was the closest thing to church I've been to in a long time, if your church resembles a middle school sleepover.
It was wall to wall sparkling little girls with signs with lights. There were costumes I had to spend a lot of time explaining to my mom. I saw choreographed dances to each song, I saw screaming, I saw a grandmother with a walker singing every word.
This is what Taylor Swift does to us. She makes it impossible to not be drawn in to the feelings, the feelings we all have at some point.
She sparkled, danced her butt off, and brought Olivia Benson. The person, not her cat.
It was perfection, and I had no voice today. If you can, go immediately!
