I feel you on all or nothing. I am either drinking green smoothies for breakfast/dinner with a salad for lunch, or I’m eating pizza from a gas station at 3 AM, then waking up 5 hours tired and hungover with a nutritious breakfast of Reeses cups, excessive amounts of coffee, and no water.
There is no middle ground for me!
However, I highly recommend kickboxing. I do a fitness kickboxing class twice a week at an MMA gym, and it’s really the only exercise plan I’ve been able to stick to. It’s fun, relieves stress, and engaged my brain. I also need to lose 30+ lbs, so I need to supplement the boxing sessions with some weights/running and not eat like crap. Good luck!
This is something I’ve been trying to put into words repeatedly over the past month or so.
At the beginning of December, I broke things things off with a guy I’d been seeing for a couple months, who I knew wanted more. I realized I was really happy being single, and while I enjoyed hanging out with him, it wasn’t enough for me to give up that singlehood. I wasn’t willing to move over and make time for someone else in my life to that capacity. I met up with an old friend at a bar and told her that while I enjoy meeting new people and seeing what happens, I was genuinely happy with my single status. I’d never really said that out loud before.
The next day, I got a message on Tinder from a guy who had already messaged me a week prior, and I hadn’t responded. I messaged him back for the hell of it. We started chatting, and as the conversation got past surface-level, we both admitted that we were happy being single. We met up a few days later, and all that flew out the window. Now we’re in a relationship. I didn’t feel like I had to move over and let him into my life; he just fit there.
I felt like a shithead for ending things with another guy because I was happy being single, but at the time, I was. You’re happy being single until you meet someone who makes you not want to be single anymore. You meet someone when you stop looking.
I always thought people who said things like that were full of shit until it happened to me.
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Oh, Sign of the Whale. I lived on the MD side of DC for 2 years, and that place drags up memories… too bad I can’t actually remember what they are.
I feel you on all or nothing. I am either drinking green smoothies for breakfast/dinner with a salad for lunch, or I’m eating pizza from a gas station at 3 AM, then waking up 5 hours tired and hungover with a nutritious breakfast of Reeses cups, excessive amounts of coffee, and no water.
There is no middle ground for me!
However, I highly recommend kickboxing. I do a fitness kickboxing class twice a week at an MMA gym, and it’s really the only exercise plan I’ve been able to stick to. It’s fun, relieves stress, and engaged my brain. I also need to lose 30+ lbs, so I need to supplement the boxing sessions with some weights/running and not eat like crap. Good luck!
Corinne might not even be on Paradise. She’s basically gunning for her own show at this point
http://www.glamour.com/story/the-bachelor-corinne-olympios-nick-viall-sent-her-home?mbid=social_twitter_referral
I read the phrase “uncircumcised elephant” and spit up my water the same way Andi most likely spit up in Nick’s Fantasy Suite.
There’s only 1/2 of a Fantasy Suite episode tonight – it’s getting split up between tonight and next week!
http://www.tvguide.com/news/the-bachelor-schedule/
“The bitches fill their britches as they collectively shit themselves in terror.”
I’m dying
This is something I’ve been trying to put into words repeatedly over the past month or so.
At the beginning of December, I broke things things off with a guy I’d been seeing for a couple months, who I knew wanted more. I realized I was really happy being single, and while I enjoyed hanging out with him, it wasn’t enough for me to give up that singlehood. I wasn’t willing to move over and make time for someone else in my life to that capacity. I met up with an old friend at a bar and told her that while I enjoy meeting new people and seeing what happens, I was genuinely happy with my single status. I’d never really said that out loud before.
The next day, I got a message on Tinder from a guy who had already messaged me a week prior, and I hadn’t responded. I messaged him back for the hell of it. We started chatting, and as the conversation got past surface-level, we both admitted that we were happy being single. We met up a few days later, and all that flew out the window. Now we’re in a relationship. I didn’t feel like I had to move over and let him into my life; he just fit there.
I felt like a shithead for ending things with another guy because I was happy being single, but at the time, I was. You’re happy being single until you meet someone who makes you not want to be single anymore. You meet someone when you stop looking.
I always thought people who said things like that were full of shit until it happened to me.