Happy Happy Joy Joy

I should probably refrain from quoting Ren & Stimpy.

I doubt it is very becoming for a girl of my age.

I am happy though. I'm upping my mileage or my speed each workout. Today was speed, I shaved one whole minute off my 3 mile run. I'd say that's impressive, for me at least. My triceps feel like complete jell-o and my last set of chest presses was so beyond unbearably painful, that I am without a doubt that I will be in pain tomorrow. Which works out because tomorrow will be a leg and ab torture day. Keep up the good work body. You're doing well.

I'm still a work in progress. And I think I am okay with that, finally. Each day, even when I have mental, emotional, and physical set backs, I realize, that I can only be so much or do so many things. At the end of each day I have to be happy and content. That's what is most important. If that means coffee in the morning, and ice cream at night, then that's what I plan on doing. These days it has been lost of healthy eating (hello giant salad I had for lunch today) and exercising, which I plan on stepping up, just a little. I am making slightly more realistic weight loss goals, and if I make them, a reward, and if I don't, I will not be beating myself up over it.

I can not live my life and expect people to like me or treat me well if I can not treat myself that way. I am this huge canvas or this empty journal with so many different ways of finishing it. It might have tons of line-outs and eraser marks, or the red might eventually be covered by blue, but what matters is I am constantly growing; and I am happy.

Smile. Love. Laugh. Be Happy.

Carlsbad on a Saturday

This is what Chris and I did today. First, the gym, we sweat our butts off. Then off to Carlsbad for lunch and a wonderful sun-shiny day. Oh, and my first sunburn of 2011; however, when it goes from red to brown, which it will, it should fill in where I have my farmers tan from last summer at the Orioles game. Woo hoo!

The start of our LONG walk. It did feel good though. Way up by that light were some guys playing hacky sack. Sadly, no photos of those gentlemen.

This is me doing what I do best, being bratty and obnoxious. See the face and the hair (maybe not it is my "pocahontas hair") and the sunglasses? All that makes me a brat.

These are a couple beach shots. Isn't it a beautiful day? It was awesome. Nice and hot and breezy and sunny.

This Chris on the rocks. It is the spot he really wanted to go to. And when we got on the rocks, we found a few furry friends.... SQUIRRELS This was our wonderful beachy day. Now we are borth tired, relaxed, sunburned, and have our happy pants on.