Tuesday, May 3, 2011

Exercising sucks too.

Long gone are the days when I actually enjoyed going to the gym. In high school, I'd go for an hour to two hours at a time and be delightfully happy.

Now I'm lucky if I can motivate my lazy ass to get off the couch and onto the treadmill for 35 minutes. And it's not a very enthralling 35 minutes either. It starts out painfully, thinking "OMGI'mGoingToDie" for the first 5 minutes before I hit my stride. Then towards the end of 3.1 miles, I start thinking "OMGWhenIsThisGoingToEnd".

(Why 3.1 miles? I tell myself I have to run a 5k before I'm allowed to stop. I don't know why, but I listen better to myself when I make up rules like that.)

Weight training is not any better. I can't make myself do multiple reps, multiple sets of stupid free weights or machines. *YAWN* BOOOOORING.

I would post my exercise log on this blog to give myself some public accountability, but I'm probably too lazy to even do that. *SIGH* Sloth is definitely my deadliest sin of choice.

I will admit though, I do feel very productive after my workout. It's a pretty great feeling of accomplishment after I've run a few miles, and worked on my abs ("Beach muscles" MM calls them, because they're useless and he doesn't care about them). Too bad I can't fast forward through the 45 minutes it takes to get there.

Any tips for motivation out there?

Monday, May 2, 2011

My future bed

We received an Ethan Allen catalog in the mail recently (what's up with people thinking we have money to spend??), and I think I found my future bed.

I always thought I wanted a canopy bed.

From Pottery Barn
Something whimsical about the four post bed. Maybe I secretly want to be a princess.

BUT in the Ethan Allen catalog, I saw the most beauuuuuutiful sleigh bed:

From Ethan Allen
 LOVES. I may give up my four post dreams for this bed...

Sunday, May 1, 2011

A shoe story

A few weeks ago, I got it in my head that I needed nude wedges. Armed with a vague idea of what I wanted, I wandered the shoe aisle of TJ Maxx (LOVE the deals). After trying on several shoes that were cute but not what I was looking for, I thought I found a pair that worked.


They were only $24.99, and they seemed comfortable enough in the store. There was still this nagging feeling inside my head, though, that they weren't. quite. right. I didn't even know what I was looking for really--so again, with a vague idea in my head, I started browsing the internet. After visiting my usual haunts --Aldo, Nine West, Endless, Zappos-- I came up empty. On a whim, I clicked on Piperlime. Then, I found THE PAIR.


May I introduce the Dolce Vita Sancia in natural. It was perfect. The exact nude color I was envisioning, a wedge, and oh-so-high. And it was on sale! ....for $129. *screeeeeeech*

That is my entire month's budget for groceries. BAM. Perspective. Distraught (oh yes, first world problems), I tried to love the shoes I had already bought. They are high, reasonably comfortable with the soft suede straps......but I still couldn't help thinking about the Sancia. It was my DREAM shoe. The TJ shoe was not enough wedge, too 'bone' colored. Frustrated, I tried looking for less expensive alternatives. Instead, I just found lookalikes that were even more expensive (True Religion's Sue, DVF's Opal).

Until today. Browsing through Forever 21 (don't make fun of me; I try to avoid the teenybopper stuff), I saw a very promising perspective. The color was perfect, and it was a sky high wedge. It didn't have a price tag, but when I came up to the counter--$24.50!! Score!!!! Back to the store for you, TJ shoes!!!


The picture is not great, but the color is exactly what I was looking for, AND it was a wedge. It doesn't have the awesome bandage detail of the Sancia, but at a fraction of the cost, I can't complain. LOVES.

I think I really just wanted to replace my all time favorite summer shoes:


These splash wedges were bought for me by my mom back when I was in high school. Yes, they are a decade old, but they were so comfortable I could run in them, and still high and cute. Despite being battered and gross (as evidenced by the picture), I've been reluctant to throw them out of the back of the closet. Probably out of nostalgia. But now, with the new shoes, out with the old!!!

Moral of the story: yay shoes.