Yesterday morning when I left for work, I wore a jacket and had the heat on in my car. When I came home from work, it was HOT. Nice in the shade but real hot in the sun. Texas hot. Brendon and I went on a short little walk to get the mail and I was literally appalled by the heat. I got a sinking feeling in my stomach as soon as I felt it. It instantly brought back memories of last summer, the summer of terribleness, and I wanted to get out of it as soon as possible.
Seriously, I need to get a grip. Texas summers are stupid hot, and they always will be. Last summer sucked (and it was ridiculously-record-breaking hot every damn day), but this summer will be infinitely better. I know this. It will probably kick last summers butt into outer space, and I should be counting down the days, but for some reason I am still dreading the months of summer. Silly but true. I am dumb and can't wait for the good memories of this summer to erase the not so good of last summer. I'm just not quite ready for the scorching heat yet. I need to hold on to this beautiful spring for a few more weeks.
In other news, this weekend we were finally able to get together with my dad and Lynne to do a little belated birthday celebrating. Mostly it was just nice to see them! We ate at a little restaurant called Woodland near us. It was good! They had a cool menu and the space was neat. There were hipster servers galore (I think our waitress may have had a heart attack when my dad ordered a miller lite) but hey, it's Austin. They had some amazing chocolate pies on display that I MUST try soon. We will be back.
Birthday candles on cupcakes and my perfected Katniss braid.
And here's Brendon yesterday, studying hard to be a pharmacist:
Here's Brendon annoyed with me for taking pictures and proving that I am the palest person alive:
And here's me and Greg, he didn't seem to mind the pictures as long as he got to headbutt me:
Sleepy Sophie napping in the sun, behind my creepy looking sewing machine:
Also, this weirdness:
Mostly a joke.
My scotch tape dispenser matches the dress I'm making perfectly. Kinda weird.
Obviously Sophie appreciates my new outlook on fitness. She has always loved shoes (the stinkier the better) but today when I took my shoes off after my run she really went nutzo for them. Maybe I ran through some catnip and didn't realize it. Or maybe my feet stink.
Is this becoming a workout blog? HA. No way. I am still the same lazy fatass, just trying to avoid a heart attack at 30. But I'm not going to lie y'all, I am starting to truly enjoy exercise. I love the way my body feels just a little stronger. I can't see a difference yet, but I feel good. And I'm becoming addicted to that good feeling. I've been running every other day and doing pilates or some other workout the other days. I've been working out everyday. SO WEIRD.
Last night, Brendon and I did some upper body workout action together. With weights! It was fun! Although he is waaaay stronger than I am (my weights are like 5lbs each and his are like... 15 or 20? I can barely hold one of them). I'm probably going to regret putting this on the internet, but that man has some serious muscles. I was impressed last night. But don't tell anyone, especially Brendon.
And thanks to this lovely site my friend showed me, I figured out that my usual run I've been doing is about a mile! And today I ran the entire thing! I ran a whole mile, non stop. And some of that was up hill (and some was downhill...)! That is insane y'all, because I am the laziest person ever and have always despised running. I am really proud of myself. I am truly starting to enjoy running now. It hurts and sucks sometimes, but I like it. I'm getting used to breathing while running, slowly getting over that hump so my lungs don't burn the whole time. My lungs and legs are getting stronger everyday and it's crazy to see and feel that progress. It makes me feel good.
So to keep this up, I have created incentives for myself. If I can keep running a few times a week for a month, I'll buy myself some new running clothes. Maybe a shirt and some new running shorts. I've been running in the same pair of shorts and whatever t-shirt I slept in the night before. Not cute. And if I can keep it up for two months, I will buy myself a new pair of shoes. So lets get that new gear y'all! Run, run, run! Heads up though, it will probably all be pink.
Yesterday I had the day off and luckily Mr. H got off relatively early from school so it was like having the whole day together! Bonus! So of course I documented our lovely day via instagram. It's just so damn handy.
We had a late lunch/early dinner (linner!) at Home Slice,
which has quickly become my absolutely favorite place to eat in Austin.
Okay it might be a tie between there and our sushi place. But
seriously, this pizza is good and I don't even like pizza normally. I
had been craving it ALL week, and we finally got some and it was
aaaamazing as usual. If you are in Austin, GO THERE. The margherita is
divine and the plain cheese is always a good choice. Yesterday Brendon
got the meatball pizza and I was seriously impressed. New favorite?
The cheese and the marg. So good.
After pizza came snow cones. Because duh snow cones are amazing. Brendon
got the Bevo (which I thought was disgusting but he liked, I think it was orange cream something?) and I got
blue raspberry and strawberry. Yummy and it's pretty!
After stuffing our faces we made a grocery run and then came home and chilled on the patio. Well, I chilled and Brendon studied. The weather has been so great lately, a little warm in the sun (my run this morning was sweaty) but it's perfect in the shade.
Mr. H hard at work!
Mrs. H straight chillin' like a bum!
Little Greg wondering why he can't be outside too.
Pretty trees that keep our patio and apartment nice and cool!
We have been roaming around Austin lately checking out apartments (and one really awesome duplex), deciding our whether or not we should move when our lease is up. We found some great places, but they all mean paying a heck of a lot more, plus the cost of moving and paying deposits again. And the more I think about it, the less I want to move. We have a nice place here. Sure it's old (and sometimes falling apart) and our neighbors aren't so nice, but it's convenient, cheap, and it feels like home. We would have to relearn a whole side of town. I like South Austin. So I think we'll probably stay at this little funky place for at least another year. Our bank account will thank us and so will our stress levels. We have enough going on already, I can't imagine throwing moving into the mix!
Oh and completely unrelated, but I have to share this greatness of this recipe with you all:
The Best Brownies Recipe. The name doesn't lie, these brownies are the best. It's super duper easy and they are super duper yummy. Seriously though, when it says don't over cook them, DON'T OVER COOK THEM. I accidentally cooked mine for an extra minute or two this time (I dropped my timer and it reset itself, because that's how I roll) and they came out way dryer than the first time I made them. Still good, just a little dry. And the brownie batter is pretty much amazing. Just try not to lick your spoon and bowl clean. Also, there is icing. MAKE THEM Y'ALL!
Just hanging out with Sophie. Judging you via the internet. Blogging for the sake of blogging.
I feel like nothing has been going on lately but at the same time, everything has been going on and I feel super busy. How is it midway through April already? I don't even know what day it is most of the time.
I have been workin' out on the daily still. Shocked? I know I am. My body is happier with me I think. It still hates me, but maybe just a little less. If my insides insist on being terrible, at least my muscles can be healthy. On that note, I saw my doctor a week or so ago and we're trying out a new medicine combo. So far, it seems promising. Cross your fingers for me, we're running out of things to try.
And hold on to your butts y'all, I've got BIG NEWS. For the first time in like 5 years I switched to a new make up. (gasp!) I'm still doing it on the cheap, but I switched from Physician's Formula to Neutrogena. I went from using just powder foundation to a tinted moisturizer + loose powder (in the lightest color they make, because obviously I am fluorescent white these days). I like it so far. The moisturizer has retinol in it and I hear that does all kinds of good shit. But I have the worlds stupidest and most sensitive skin so I'm waiting for the backlash of breakouts to occur. Bring it on.
ALSO, THIS:
I couldn't even tell you what round this is, I've read them so many times. All I know is Brendon has read them more than me and that's why I married him. He is also rereading them in his downtime (hahahahahahaaa, downtime), so naturally he's been reading the Half Blood Prince for a couple months. Poor kid. One more month and our first year of pharmacy school is done, done, DONE! Thank goodness, because I miss that man! We'll have all summer to just work, play, and sweat to death in the heat.
I apologize if this sounds real stupid or silly, but it is what it is.
I am a skinny fatass. I have been blessed with good genes that, for the most part, keep me thin. I have always been small and (cross my fingers) will probably be that way for a while as long as I don't start consuming 4 hamburgers a day. It just runs in my family (chicken legs all over my family tree). When I was younger I could eat whatever I want and as much as I wanted and stay the same size. But, as I've gotten older I've noticed that it does matter what I what I put into my body. The summer after my twenty-first birthday I gained about 15 pounds (margaritas y'all, happy hour is killer). 15 pounds doesn't seem like a lot, but when you've been the same size for ever and all of a sudden you've got a fat face and your jeans don't fit right, it's a little unnerving. It took me a little while, but I lost most of the weight I had gained, and after moving down here to Austin and pretty much cutting alcohol out of my diet, I lost the rest and a little more (due to my lovely stomach ruining my life). Let me just stop here and say that even with those extra 15 pounds I wasn't thinking "omg I'm fat I need to lose weight", I just felt unhealthy and I was. So now I eat better and I think more about what is going into my body. I still eat pretty much whatever I want, just not as much and I'm more aware of it when I eat bad things like, a buffalo chicken sandwich. And the things I want to eat now tend to be on the healthier side. Aside from all those pastries I eat everyday at work. DESSERTS YOU WILL BE THE DEATH OF ME.
But unfortunately, eating right isn't everything. I get winded going up a flight of stairs y'all. I mean, I work on my feet all day, so it's not like I'm just sitting on my butt. Brendon has been bugging me like crazy to work out a little so that my bones don't weaken (?? something sciencey), and I figure since I'm getting older and my body is already trying to fall apart on me, getting into shape probably couldn't hurt (irony!). So here I am attempting the impossible. Working out on a regular basis. I try this once a year or so and never stick with it, so lets hope this time laziness doesn't prevail.
Have you ever seen the Princess Diaries? You have, don't lie. You know how Mia says to her gym teacher who is forcing her to play soccer, "I'm more of a horseback riding, wall climbing, yoga doing type of girl". That's me, except I don't do any of that stuff. I pretty much loathe physical activity. Especially if it's rigorous. But I do really enjoy pilates. It's something I pick up on and off again (at home, dvd style), and I like it. I think it's because I danced through my adolescence so this kinda thing is familiar. Although I have completely lost my sense of balance. Pilates hard as hell but your body feels so good afterwards. So I've been doing that. For liiiike a week? Maybe? And today, get this y'all... I RAN. I went running. I got up this morning and went for a run, ALONE. I ended up walking quite a bit, but I did run some! At first it was great. I was bouncing along the sidewalk feeling like a champion. And then I felt like I was going to DIE. Wake up call, I am SO out of shape. I have zero endurance. My legs were fine, they could have kept going, but my lungs were on fire. I thought I was going to pass out, puke, and die all at once.
As an example: this video. Cute huh? (best line, "Kansas City, it's the Paris of the plains!") But, I'm not that super-pretty-while-running girl. I am that guy. Puking, in the hospital. But I want to be that girl! So even though I barely ran halfway around the block and came home feeling like I may die, I'm going to try to keep it up. Because it would be nice to be able to sing and run at the same time. Or breathe and run at the same time. And I already have the Nike's.
These are definitely from high school. A good 7+ years old. And whats super sad is that they're still in great condition. Maybe if I can keep this up I'll treat myself to a new pair of running shoes from this decade. Incentives. I need them.
Me, post death run. I don't know how I kept my hand steady enough to take a picture. I collapsed onto the couch shortly after.
So wish me luck. Send me lots of active vibes and thoughts of healthiness. I'm trying to become less of a weeny girl and more of a strong woman (HA). And save my bone density or whatever Brendon says.
