And I’ve been on a diet for years because…

I like to eat. I can admit it. All the health articles, nutrition lectures and medical advice in the world will never change that. I also like food you aren’t supposed to eat. Like the Grilled Cheese Food Truck and deep-fried sausage and cheese balls and Nutella covered waffles…

Fortunately, I usually keep a pretty good handle on my love of unhealthy food. Consumption of the above named treats is fairly rare not because I don’t want [insert fatty food here], but because it’s already hard to look at myself naked…I need not make it any more difficult.

Thus, food and drink tasting events are my ultimate splurge because I can revel in uninhibited and shameless appreciation of what I’ll call a dieters “don’t eat” list. And, being that I currently have a strange love for food trucks, the LA Street Food Fest was my match made in heaven. $45 and a growling belly were all I needed to taste unlimited amounts of food last weekend…and, taste I did. Tacos, french fries, grilled cheese, sliders, ice cream, churros, donuts… Though at the time it was glorious, it was not glorious being in actual physical pain from over consumption (yes, this is what the bible would call gluttony). Food coma for hours. When I recovered enough to roll myself to the car I was pretty sure I’d never eat again….

But then I thought, “who starts a diet on a Sunday?”…not this lady! So I topped the weekend off with a bottomless champagne brunch Sunday (which I justified because I was catching up with the lovely Rachel VanHorn, who I hadn’t seen in 5 years).

And now, here I am, writing this from the gym. In the heat of my weekend-binging-bender last weekend I lost track of my goal: looking good in my bridesmaid dress in less than 2 weeks. Well shit, detox plan…let’s dance.

xx, Victoria

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Amesome. Not Awesome.

I finally came to the realization: being a grown up SUCKS sometimes. Other times, it’s flipping rad. Here’s why:

Awesome:

  • Having the freedom to do literally whatever I want.
  • Being able to opening live in sin 🙂
  • Making my own money. Not having to answer to anyone when I spend that money.
  • Being employed post-graduation.
  • Getting a job in the field I studied…that I like.
  • Keeping the house as orderly (or disorderly) as I we please.
  • Making epic vacation plans to exactly  where I want to go.

Not Awesome:

  • Not being able to afford above named vacation plans.
  • Paying car insurance.
  • Rent.
  • Medical bills.
  • Lack of summer vacation. Lack of free time.
  • Having to wash all the dishes by hand.
  • Limited closet space. An abundance of Adam’s ish.
  • Working late. Really late.

For me, being an adult wins out…I don’t really want to go back in time. That is, unless, my dad is offering to pay my rent again (Dad?…)

xx-Victoria