9 for 9

I'm 9 for 9 everybody! I have worked out every single day for the past 9 days minus Sunday but that doesn't count. And 7 out of those 9 days have been at 5:30 in the morning. I feel super good minus the fact that I have had a splitting head ache every single day for the past week. Not normal. Anyway, my work out consists of:

Monday, Wednesday, Friday, Saturday are my cardio days. Some days I run around and around and around the track. It gets boring but I like it for some reason. Some days I ride the bike and then go run around and around afterwards. Most of the time it feels like I can run faster after I've just beaten the crap out of my legs from being on the bike...go figure.

Tuesday/Thursday are my weight days. I'm not super good with weights but I do it because I like to justify by saying that I need to tone my body. But really it's because I just don't want to run around and around anymore. Most of the time I do my upper half of my body with free weights but now I've started to do my lower half because I really need to strengthen my legs so I can run farther.

I've decided that I need to get real running shoes. Right now I just wear my cross trainers and they are terrible. I can't run with them because they are too heavy so I end up just running bare foot because I run faster. And because of that my calves are so. stinking. sore.

All I'm trying to say is I'm proud of myself. I've never been able to consistently keep a good work out but I've done pretty darn good the last couple months. I get out of shape so fast so I hope I can keep it up.

Oh and PS...

2 and a half months till we go here:




and here
SOOO excited!

Random

I've been thinking recently about the little things things I do every day that make me me. And I've started to realize that I am quite a unique individual.

-I still haven't taken American Heritage. Yes I've walked, yes I feel graduated. But the fact of the matter is I hate history and it is taking me forever and a day to get this dumb class done.

-I wake up every morning at 5:15 to work out. Call me crazy but I think I'm awesome for that. If I don't work out in the morning I feel sick the rest of the day. As a side note, I highly enjoy running bare foot. I run a lot faster and don't get tired as easy. I know...really weird.

-I don't think I have plucked my eyebrows in over a year. I always make Jared do it. It relaxes me. I'm pretty sure I will be 80 years old and he will still be doing it for me because I love it that much.

-My house is rarely every clean. My mom will be very disappointed. She taught me better than that. But even still, there are always dishes in the sink no matter if I just did them...there will always be a blanket laying on the couch and socks on the floor. For the life of me I can't put my jeans away in my drawer...I just leave them on the ground.

-I am losing a TON of hair...I'm talking fist fulls. I know...disgusting. It's gotten a lot better since I've started to take vitamins but it's still really bad. I can't stand it. I'm going to be bald by the time I'm 25. Awesome.

-I have massive tonsils. My doctor ensures me that I have enough room back there but I haven't seen anyone else with tonsils like these.

-I watch way too much netflix for my own good. Way too much private practice, way too much 24, way too much teen mom (seriously such a dumb show but I'm addicted). It's a bad habit.

- I am not a nice person when it's hot outside. I really can't do the heat. I don't know how Jared and I will ever live in Arizona if that's where we end up. I know happiness and my attitude is a choice but the heat really makes it that much more difficult for me.

-I've started to only put eyeliner on my top eyelid rather than below my eye too because I'm too lazy. It's too much work.

-I get headaches almost daily. I'm convinced I have a tumor. My doctor says it's just migraines. She had no idea what she was talking about so that's when I said I'm getting a new doctor.

There are so many other things about me that I find really weird but that's what makes me who I am. We're all weird in our own way. That's what makes this world so awesome. I'm proud of my balding head, massive tonsils, and my half done makeup.

Bowling

Last weekend my parents were in town for the first BYU football game. It was a blast to have them here. On Saturday we went bowling at fat cats. We were the only ones there for a while and I'm pretty sure we may have frightened some of the workers. We were so loud. Overall, it was a blast and it was a reminder of why I love my family so much.

 I just love this little munchkin

Change

Last Sunday my bishop commented on how pretty the mountains are getting now that Fall is here. The leaves are finally starting to change, it's starting to cool down a little, and I can almost smell the difference in air. I haven't always been a particular fan of change but it never bothered me too much. I love new things and I've always loved a new adventure. Change, however, at this point in my life, terrifies me. The change that alters your life forever, the change that makes you contemplate what's really important and what's only semi-important.

I love the way my life is now. I'm happy and healthy and I have the best husband a girl could ask for. Jared and I both have jobs that pay us well enough that we can afford to go to Italy in December. Not many newly-married couples can do that. We really are so blessed. We are comfortable with the way our life is. I've had a few days to think about this comfort we are feeling. I wouldn't say it's necessarily bad; we're just at a good place in life. But I've decided that comfort isn't always a good thing. Discomfort presents the opportunity and the life we fought for in the pre-existence- a life full of struggles, trials, and heartache. A life that without those struggles we wouldn't know the feeling of pure love, joy, and comfort. We would be trapped in an emotionless world where we didn't know what it felt like to feel comfort nor discomfort.

I'm starting to feel that my life needs to change. We didn't choose this life of agency only to throw it away and expect that God will tell us everything. Sure, I believe God allows things to happen to stretch and mold us when we least expect it. But I also believe we need to choose and accept change in our lives. Change can be a good thing. It allows us to have new experiences and gives us the chance to feel both comfort and discomfort-which, in turn, helps us to understand, sympathize, and feel for other people. So, although I still don't feel quite ready to change, I'm getting more courage to accept that it will happen.