The heat, the sun, the green, green earth - summer is my favorite season.
and also the heaviest.
Mark and I bought a new scale last night. Our old scale showed everyone at exactly 51 lbs, meaning Mark and I were drastically underweight and Callie was drastically over OR it meant our scale was broken.
I was pretty excited to set up the new scale, the merciful scale was broken for about 2 months and I’ve been going to CrossFit boot camps 4-6 times a week for the past couple months - my clothes fit better, when I flex just right it looks like I have MObama arms, and I can actually do pull-ups (which according to the grade school presidential fitness test I’ve never been able to do) so I knew I was going to be happy when I stepped on that devil device. At my lightest I weighed in at 118 lbs, in fact it still says that on my driver’s license (haha, get real Kate) so I was surprised when I climbed on the new scale and saw the number: 133 lbs.
I was immediately disappointed and heartbroken. It had to be a mistake, I even made Mark weigh himself, and then the dog, to test the accuracy. I moped for about 5 minutes. I know I’m skinnier (I’m kicking myself for not taking before and after measurements) but, damnit, it’s hard to let go of that number on the scale. And I know muscle is denser than fat but we’ve been programmed to measure ourselves by that humber on the scale.
This morning, swinging around a 25 lb kettle bell I decided to let the number go. Yes, I’m skinnier and yes, I weigh more but the most important thing is, at the end of the day, I am the FITTEST I’ve ever been and that makes me pretty damn happy.
*skinniest in my adult life
Since I’ve moved to Kansas City my rent has increased steadily, every year. This is the only place that I’ve ever lived that has increased rent every year without any significant improvements or additions in services. The first year the jump in rent was astronomical - I cried when my husband told me (being the only breadwinner sucks ya’ll).
Additionally, they also keep increasing the term, our last two contracts were for 13 month leases. It’s like they can read my mind and know I hate moving so much that I’ll swallow most of these price hikes AND/OR that we’re moving to St. Louis next May (but thanks to all these 13 mos contracts our lease will go into September).
When we move out I plan on drilling a small, discreet hole in the wall and releasing a horde of ferrets into the walls.
Always celebrate National Donut Day! These donuts are for the entire department but they are being kept in my office for safe keeping - which is probably not actually a safe place because I’ve already had 2.
Did you know that National Donut Day was first celebrated in 1938 to assist people affected by the depression AND the day commemorates the Salvation Army “Lassies” who handed out donuts to soldiers in WWI? It’s true and yes, I actually looked that up for a work project, one of my more delicious endeavors.
Also free donuts today from Krispy Kreme (if those monstrosities could be considered donuts) and free donuts from Dunkin’ today with beverage purchase. Kansas City people - free donuts from Lamars.
I typically shy away from oversized, boxy tops but I LOVE this blouse from LOFT. It has absolutely zero hanger appeal and I never would have tried it on if I hadn’t been shopping with my mom and if she hadn’t pressured me to give it a try. I usually think boxy tops make me look like I’m hiding a secret baby bump or food baby but this one drapes beautifully.
It’s a winner and it’s 50% off so you should probably pick it up. The purple color is also very flattering and striking.
Stop. Currently: ugly crying at my office desk
then I envy you.
I literally can’t stand the way I look with my hair up.
(please ignore the avatar which is the one photo I’ve ever tolerated with my hair up).
I don’t think I like my face/head shape and when my hair is up it exposes my head shape shame.