It seems sad when I type it out

Dishes in the sink. Clothes on the bed. Lethargy all around.

Three days off my routine and I feel worse than ever. Well, maybe not worse. Just disconnected. All I want to do is sit down, sip wine and listen to Yann Tiersen.

But now's not really the time.

Death by Chocolate

Did I tell you about the time I threw away chocolate cookies, only to later find mini chocolate chips in the freezer? They taste really good, and I think they may have led to the recent downfall of my four-week watch-what-you-eat-and-work-out-too-!!! campaign. Well, I'm still doing OK. (See, I'm not that hard on myself.)

So, my sister is getting married in six days, which means this is a short week! Do you think I can get done five days' work in two? Hmm. Will the chocolate hinder or help? ; )

If I'm feeling this nervous, I wonder what it would feel like to actually be getting married...

On and Off

I just ate about five chocolate cookies that were once hidden in my fridge. Hidden until I remembered I had them, and then proceeded to, um, devour them.

I've been on a bit of a health & lifestyle kick lately, and it's been really great because I've FELT really great. Really. But I started to lose focus the last couple of days and even indulged in more mindless TV watching with the neighbour. I've already watched Mad Men, so why did I have to cap off dinner with two old episodes? Silly girl.

Anyways, I've been busily working away for work when I should really be sleeping and/or cleaning my place for tomorrow night's guests (I wish I could do both at once). I told them I'd cook dinner after our Pilates class, and there's no time between work and home to prep!

Why am I still typing? Seven a.m. yoga starts at, yes, 7am. Gross.

fit to a tee

Sometimes you can buy a new shirt and think it's going to be your most favourite shirt ever. And then what actually happens is that you take it home and realize that it doesn't look quite right with everything else you own. Or it doesn't fit quite right. Or you think it's OK at first, but half-way through the day all you want to do is go home and change.

And maybe the shirt you buy on a whim is the one that becomes your absolute favourite. You wear it all the time. You think it complements your hair and your colouring and even your smile. And you might have to stop yourself from wearing it so often, so that your coworkers know that you own other clothes and can wear other things. But still, it will last a long time. And you never want to give it away, and fear you'll wear it out one day and wonder if you can find another in the exact same style, shape and feel. Because when you first pick it up, you have no idea if it's going to be the one.

Maybe meeting someone is a little bit like that.

life according to ME

* You know you've lost interest in your crush when you talk about garbage-filled streets and smelly walks to work.
* You know you're a decent maid of honour when the bride-to-be sends you flowers following bachelorette weekend.
* You know life's kinda cool when the delivery man, upon learning that you are not home, drives to the restaurant you're at to deliver said bouquet.
* You know you're switching things up when the week's social activities are all centred around working out in some form.
* You know you're a procrastinator when you make a random list instead of folding the laundry that's taken over your living room.

* You know you're pretty awesome if you're reading this post.

xo