March 18, 2013 by seriesofassortedevents
Why do I find healthy living blogs to be inspiring, why do I care about the lives of bloggers? Because I care about other people that are out there trying to figure out the balance. Some have it down pat (NYC Running Mama) and some, like myself, are happy for the days that are balanced 30% serious and 70% bullshit and wasted time. Really, I’ve been at a wack.
Lately, especially, I’ve realized that I’m extremely out of practice of using time wisely and balancing my time between everything I do. My body has had so much asked of it lately and this week has proven how difficult it can be to make time for fitness. Maybe because I knew it was only temporary, but when the stress and obligations piled up this week, I allowed fitness to fall to the bottom of my priorities.
After Buku, I gave my body a rest and only did a light workout Monday. Tuesday, I had to job shadow a nurse during the night shift (eye opening; can’t wait to be a nurse!), so my sleep schedule has been messed up. Between school, exhausted Buku body, friends, weekend plans, and a messed up sleep schedule, I’ve been really slacking off in workouts lately. Story without the excuses: I haven’t worked out since Monday (6 days!)
Thursday I had a late night with friends, Friday I didn’t have school, and Saturday was St. Pattie’s in Baton Rouge.
Ate at 9:30, had a Four Loko for lunch ;), had a bowl of cereal at 4:00 and the rest of the day I was walking around, hanging out and such in the sun all day. I didn’t get to sleep until 1AM (actually sort of early for me), but I am BEAT! I’ve taken it easy today and this week I plan to get my shit together and start feeling like a real person again! YAY.
Anyway, enough explanation as to why I’ve been a poop turd. Here are so pictures:
Be on the lookout for a page on this blog devoted to ankle length hippy skirts. This one is my first ($2.50 at American Thrift), and if I live life right then it won’t be my last.
Off to bed at a reasonable hour! Stay tuned for an yummicans recipe and me not being a good for nothing, partying 18 year old girl [exercise].