Why I Love Going to the Gym

Good news, folks.

I got a gym membership! Lucky for me, some eager associate at Gold's called me yesterday. I'd spoken with him about a membership last week but hadn't ever gone to sign up. He told me about a great deal they had going on and I went in and signed up that afternoon. I'm soo excited and happy to once again have a gym to attend.
People who know me know that I rarely miss go more than a day without working out. But I wasn't always like this... 

Flashback:
Me, ages 14-16: I don't like exercising. I hate cheesy workout videos, running gives me extremely sore knees and shins and ankles and pilates/yoga requires too much...bleh.
So I didn't exercise much...Much meaning basically ever. I definitely wasn't fat, but I wasn't toned. I did ballet once a week and that's about it.

Summer 2012: My mom gave me a guest pass to Fitness 19 and told me to try it out. I only did the bike, elliptical, and treadmill, but I liked it. I went to the gym til the week pass ran out and then signed up for a membership and never stopped going. I became a total gym rat.


I go to the gym 6 days a week. But this doesn't meant I'm a swimsuit model. I lift, run, bike, do abs, back, squat, etc. Because I don't push myself crazy hard, I don't get insane results. Also, I really really like food. (: The reason I go isn't to look hot/skinny/etc. I go because it makes me happy. Exercise is addicting. The warm fuzzy feeling I get in my muscles after a good run or a relaxing stretch is totally awesome. THAT'S why I exercise every day. So if you're going and not turning into the next Victoria's Secret Angel or Abercrombie model, don't worry about it! 


I thought that gyms were kinda dumb..If you have a treadmill and weights at home, why would you spend money to work out in public?
It's weird, but when I'm around people, I feel this weird...obligation to do a good workout. I know they're not watching me, but because they're there, I lift heavier, higher reps, and run longer. It's like an awesome unspoken peer pressure. 

People, exercise is awesome. It's good for your heart, bones, muscles, and mental health. I highly recommend going at LEAST 3 times a week. Don't worry if you can't deadlift 200 pounds or run a 5-minute mile. Just start where you are and don't give up. 
 

PS: ...If you need a workout buddy, text me. (:

"That Pizza is Just Me in Another Life--Defying Social Norms, One Slice At a Time"

Hey guys. (:

I'm sorry about the weird background color! I CAN'T FIX IT. Whatever.

Remember how I was sick?

Me too. It was pretty miserable. A short time after I posted 'sick day,' I texted my brother and asked him if he could give me a blessing. I felt horrible--I was burning hot and freezing cold and I pulled a muscle turning over in bed (really, I did. It still hurts when I press on it. It's probably my left transverse abdominis, if you were wondering).

Anyway, he came over to my house and gave me a wonderful blessing that had all kinds of counsel that I REALLY needed to hear. I gave him a hug and even *he* could feel how warm I was. He stayed and talked to me for a while and about 30 minutes later, I texted him to tell him my fever was all the way gone! I love the Priesthood! #Miracles

Because I felt better, I started working on my taxes for 2013. Hate. But I was glad to get something done, considering how unproductive I'd been for a large portion of the day. I felt very grown up. (: (From Throwin' Up to Growin' Up: One Woman's Journey Through the 12-Hour Virus that the World Couldn't Forget<---I don't know where that came from).

My ward is WAY OLD. Seriously. They all have Master's Degrees. One of the girls has been teaching elementary school since she was 19!! WHOA. I'm basically..really young. It's cool though.

I walked around Provo a lot on Monday, looking for work and not really trying that hard because I only passed like 2 kinds of businesses: REALLY authentic foreign restaurants, and banks. Which at neither could I likely work (IDK if that was grammatically correct but I didn't want a dangling preposition). I was going to go to this tax class and learn how to be a tax preparer, but within less than an hour, I know that this job was NOT right for me and happily left the class and went to the ICE CASTLES for FHE! Wooohoo!

Random couple sitting all over the good lighting

OLAF! Yay. (:

My ward does cool (pun intended) activities.

The job hunt is maybe going well. I had an interview today and I'm hopeful about it. Fingers crossed!

I went to Carraba's to see my sister (she works there) and got a free Italian soda--Raspberry/Vanilla--AND a free brownie/mousse-y/whipped creamy thing! SO GOOD. I ate the leftovers for breakfast this morning. I felt a bit rebellious. But in a delicious way.

Two more things--I know this post is getting long. 

I watched an old chick flick--Sabrina. It has Harrison Ford in it, so you know it's good. I must be in a weird mood or something because I CRIED at one point!! GONK. It was in some cheesy romantic scene where he was telling the girl that she was the most beautiful woman and he'd always thought she was awesome...Something like that. I have no idea why it made me emotional! I might be going crazy.

I got on Facebook and my old (awesome) hometeacher had messaged me and we started talking and somehow got on the topic of...Me. He told me I was a "bubbly, #, etc., kind of girl." Ladies and gentlemen, he used "#" to describe me. Life=made.

But he was telling me that "[my] personality and [my] ability are socially contradictory." We then kind of analyzed (over FB chat, lol) why I don't act like a straight-A, responsible, mature person "should" act (in the eyes of society. I summarized his analysis with these words: "I seem like I'm this flirty, blond-ish, girly, giggly, preppy 17yrold that's just smiley and airheady, but when you actually talk to me, I get straight As, I love the Gospel, and I'm actually really real and not stupid."

And this is the reason I gave him as to why I'm..Becca: "I act how I want, not how I think I should act..there's not a reason. I'm me, I guess. Society's idea of how a 'smart person' should act is kinda...dumb. Just because I like learning doesn't mean I can't be silly and say things like "stahp" and hashtag stuff and flirt with boys. That's just how everyone's been socialized to think."

Then I sent him a link to this beautiful pizza:

 

That's where my title came into the conversation. He told me that what I said sounded like the title of my next blog. And so it was.

This one's for you, Isaac.

Goodnight, my minions. Have a totes fab day. And do what you want--don't listen to social norms. That's way too predictable

sick day

im writing with one hand cuz im so groggy i dont want to sit up. #lazylevel789

im sick. :( i threw up last night and can i tell you how much i HATE THROWING UP.
A LOT. that's how much i hate it. Mucho hate-o.
(http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DG4ZK4DIXJA)
well now im lying in bed, writing a low energy blog post without even capitalizing stuff. wow.
today hasnt been great, and not just bcuz im sick. i didnt get the job i really wanted. things look bleak from where im standing. prayers would be appreciated.

Wardrobe Musings

I realized a few things today while I packed my bags for my flight.

I'm a creature of habit.

And by habit, I mean a limited affinity for differing clothing colors. I have entirely too many blue shirts. 

That's only the stuff that I brought to NC. There's probably more of these little guys lurking in my suitcases back in Utah. Geez louise. 

I also own a vast amount of black. I could wear it all at once and look like some weird artist person (and I'm not saying I haven't done this in the past).

Something else I learned while packing is that I may appear girly or something...but I'm not obsessed with clothes. I have like 4 scarves. That's the extent of my accessorizing. I rarely match--I own so much black so I don't have to think about trying to. I've owned a large portion of my clothes since I was like...14. NOT exaggerating. I haven't really grown much in the last few years so I don't have to buy something new unless it gets sweat stained or I just start to hate it.

I've heard from more than one person that I seem like I'm a diva, but this is the falsest. I'll put on mascara and take my hair out of a bun every once in a while, but I'm NOT one to spend hours and a lot of money at the mall in order to look good. #FatChance

I'm happiest in what I'm wearing right now--a baggy sweater, a pair of socks and my favorite basketball shorts (they have POCKETS! YAY!) with no makeup and hair tossed into a sideways ponytail. And generally, I don't even want to get dressed for class or church or...anything. My 18yrold driver's license picture is the ratchet-est. I'm not even wearing make-up. It's disgusting..ask me to show you sometime.

I still own wayyyy too many clothes, though...Come borrow something sometime. I'm happy to lend.

Manifest Destiny

I think Manifest Destiny is what some president/political person called the mission/responsibility of the citizens of the United Stated to move towards and populate in the direction of the Western seaboard.

It's also what I call my almost-annual flight from good ol' Raleigh, NC to Salt Lake City, UT. I love the South, southern people, fried food, Yes Ma'am and No Sir and biscuits and gravy. But the West has its charms too. Mainly, my university and my older siblings...both of which I like to be near.

I'm flying out in less than two days and starting what is (hopefully) my first and last off-track semester between now and graduating with my Associate's of Science in Nursing degree next December. I'm a hipster, and moving back in with my parents is just too mainstream, so I'm going to be in Provo until school starts again in April.

Provo. 

Sometimes I wonder why I'm doing this..but then I think, "Dude. Provo is gonna be SO FUN. Freaking BYU and all its little students, plus free room and board and being a mile from two of my older siblings' apartments? Ummm.. JAY-EHS (That means 'yes').

So this adventure is about to begin. The job searching/interviewing/hoping/praying will be starting very soon and maybe I'll be way too busy to ever post anything on this blog again...but I doubt it.

I'm doing a blog for no reason at all besides the fact that I like writing, and this semester will be fairly empty of writing, save for the fact that I started a blog. Random? Yeah. But #whatevs.

Peace out. (:

PS I cut my hair. (: