aaaand we’re back.

We’re looking a little different around here these days! A fresh start was much needed and I think things are looking good. Please also note that in order to find the blog, the link is now http://www.strongerwithcaitlin.com.

Here’s a funny story to start your Monday off on the right foot. A week ago, in the wee hours of the morning, I heard Simba playing. He jumped up and was super cuddly, a common occurrence for him. Still half asleep and in the dark, I start petting him until I feel something moist but solid next to him. At first, I felt bad for the little guy, thinking he threw up or had a hairball, but then I realized in a year of having him, he’d never been sick. It hit me, in one of those sickening punchy ways what it was. A DEAD MOUSE. I threw it across the room and jumped up, trying to be quiet and thankful to Simba for his hard work, but also deeply disgusted. I stepped on it. At 4:30am, I was scrubbing my hands and feet and then had to throw away the mouse before work.

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How are you?

I’m feeling quite well! My mom and I are on Weight Watchers together and we’ve both made great strides. Thus far, I am down 14.2 pounds.

This weekend, I tried on a pair of black pants I had purchased a few years ago assuming they would fit, but they were always too tight. They fit PERFECTLY this weekend. It’s the small things with weight loss that keep you going.

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I’ll be back tomorrow with a weekend recap. In the meantime, check out the new sections of the blog, including an updated My Weight Loss Journey, Personal Training, and Writing.

Enjoy your Monday!

Monday Morning

Happy Monday!

Mondays always come as a bit of a shock because my day starts at 4:30am when my alarm blares at me. After some cuddling time with Simba, I have to rush to get everything together and get to work at 5am.

This weekend was a good one. After work on Friday, I swam 40 laps, about 1.1 miles. I’m just getting back into swimming and so far, I’m loving it. I have to be super careful because I dye my hair blonde, but my precautions have thus far been successful. I can already feel the benefits swimming has had on my running, which was evident on Saturday morning. Friday night, I had dinner with my family and then was happy to fall into bed.

Saturday morning kicked off with a homemade breakfast sandwich, a strength circuit, and a solid 3.1 mile run.

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Later that afternoon, I got my haircut, which always feels amazing! I really need to stick to the stylist when it comes to dyeing my hair. It’s too much of a hassle for an ok turnout when I do it on my own. Not to mention I left it on for too long last time and had a strip of silvery purple for a few days…

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That night, I saw Black Panther with my friend Stephanie. It was excellent! I was anxious the entire time, but it was all for good.

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I slept in a bit on Sunday (for me that’s now 8:30am!) and woke up in time to start a big breakfast. Please appreciate the Mickey waffle.

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After finishing some necessary chores, I fit in a solid workout at the gym, including another mile run. For lunch, I made homemade beef and broccoli (with cauliflower) and brown rice. So good! The marinade included 2 tablespoons bbq sauce, 2 tablespoons soy sauce, and some garlic. I made enough for two servings and have leftover meat.

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I also roasted some chickpeas to have for the week, including my dinner, this kale Caesar salad with shrimp.

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The rest of Sunday was spent writing, working on the updated blog, and relaxing with the cutest cat around.

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Have a great day, everyone!

 

Gimme Gimme More

Isn’t Britney so witty? She always has a song or lyric to describe life.

I’ve decided I want to do a bit more around here. And when I say a bit more, I mean a lot more. Not to throw me in your face or anything, but if I want to be a legitimate blogger, I need to actually blog.

Thus, I have decided to have weekly segments pop up here and there for your enjoyment. This means potentially discussing what I like to eat or do for workouts, reviews of products/movies/tv/clothes/books I enjoy, and from time to time some short stories/poems/random pieces I write.

No fear though because I will still tell you the crazy things that happen to me. Hmm, for an example, like the time I was running by myself at night, tripped AND ACTUALLY CAUGHT MYSELF but slightly twisted my ankle, so I walked the rest of the way. And then I walked right into a raccoon. The little bastard stared me down, I mean, he would not back down and I thought I saw him flex a paw at me and he looked like he might start running towards me and I was slightly injured so I was vulnerable and decided it was in my best interest to hobble as fast as I could away from there.

Lesson to be learned: I am no longer running by myself at night. Which, if I had listened to my sister in the first place, I suppose I shouldn’t have been doing that anyways. But, I blame her because she texted me I shouldn’t do it like two minutes before I fell. She basically willed bad karma on me. SHAME ON YOU LAUREN! *JK, please don’t will anything else on me, I love you. I think her and the raccoon are in cahoots….

INSERT RANDOM PICTURE OF BANDIT TO MAKE TRANSITION LESS AWKWARD.

Meow. I’m so cute, but I will eat you. Meow.

He’s pretty friggin adorable, but I think that makes him even scarier.

I just finished the first two books of the All Souls trilogy by Deborah Harkness, A Discovery of Witches and Shadow of Night. They were pretty good. I read them mostly because they were based in Oxford and I had just re-read Harry Potter (don’t judge me, asshole) and I was riding a supernatural high. But the third one hasn’t even been announced yet and by the time it comes out, I’ll probably have forgotten everything that’s happened, so that’s great… If you’re looking for a new trilogy that’s fun, British, and has good characters, then I suggest to go for it.

Lauren suggested that I link you all to a few websites that I read, and if you read through that raccoon story above, then you know that we should all probably listen to her from now on.

Anyways, here are a few of my daily sites and blogs:

The website that made me interested in blogging: http://thebloggess.com/
*I also highly recommend her book “Let’s Pretend This Never Happened.”

Good recipes, workouts, and voice: http://www.pbfingers.com/
And some health websites I enjoy:
http://www.fitsugar.com/
http://www.self.com/
http://www.shape.com/

If anyone has any suggestions for me, I am always looking, so thanks in advance. If not, shame on you. Lauren said to do it, so watch out for rabid raccoons!

Also, if anyone has any suggestions for topics or anything else they’d like to see around here, please don’t hesitate to throw it out there either on here or Facebook or Twitter. Again, please comment or give me feedback! Sometimes, I feel like I’m talking to myself and I already do enough of that otherwise!

Follow me on Twitter @Lady_Brightly or on Pinterest @ladyxbrightly.

Thanks!!!!!!!

I Don’t Even Have Enough Hair to Curl

For Easter, my mom always gets us a small thing to go in our baskets (because yes we are not too old for that) and so this year I said I wanted a jump rope and a yoga mat. The one condition was that the yoga mat need not be expensive, but it had to be pink. So yesterday my mom texts me that they don’t have pink and do I want green or light blue? This is unacceptable as pink is my color and I can’t be seen in public without it. All I said was “pink” in response, so she answers that I need to choose from the two of them she said. Clearly she is not looking very hard, but I chose light blue and it hurts a little. When I go to yoga people will mock me.

Also, I am always stressed out about this curling iron COVER I now own. I bought it because I had a gift card to buy books, but there was this one hour in my life that I thought I wanted a curling iron and I thought maybe the website would have one and looked it up not quite seriously. Turns out they did and it wasn’t expensive so I decided to buy it. When it came in the mail, I was in for a surprise because it wasn’t the curling iron, it was a heating cover for a curling iron I was already supposed to have owned. When I tried to return it, customer service told me they would do it, but I would only receive $1.15 for it back. One. Dollar. And fifteen cents. Thanks, but I paid FIFTEEN for it in the first place, so no thanks. Assholes. So the customer service people said I could return it myself and I keep pushing it back to the point where I don’t think I can even return it anymore because it’s way past the 40 days mark. Every time I look at it this awful feeling bubbles up in my stomach and I ask myself why didn’t I just buy a damn book. Especially because there are about 20 books that I want to read, but don’t want to spend money on. All because I wanted a curling iron for one hour of my life and tried to live spontaneously. Also, the picture on the website featured a curling iron with the cover and I thought how nice it was that they sent me a cover with it as I pressed BUY NOW. So now I just own a curling iron cover and no curling iron because I am just that cool. Lesson learned: Just buy books.

The funniest part about the whole curling iron cover fiasco is that I never even needed a curling iron in the first place. I don’t remember how the moment even transpired, but it never should have happened since my hair is so thin as it is. So thin that when curling it, I need maybe three of those big curly things on my entire head. We used to have to curl it when I was a cheerleader and people would fight over who got to do me because it ended so quickly. I like to refer to my hair as “the strand” because to other people who have the normal amount of hair, it would be one strand out of many. I also like to call it my “little shitty” when I put it on the very top of my head and twirl it around real tight because it looks like a little shitty that has some charm to it. My friend Katie, who I call Katja, has the biggest hair I have ever seen. There’s just layer upon layer of hair. I’m not asking for that much because I think I’m too anxiety prone to have to worry about what to do with that much hair every day, but I thought that if me and Katja could just put our hair together and divide it evenly, then we would both have the perfect amount of hair.

Here is the shitty in all of its glory:

My roommate, Stephanie’s, mother is kind of obsessed with it. Like so much so that when Stephanie- who I call Ann, Gus, or Bobo sometimes- is on the phone with her mother, her mother will ask, “How’s Caitlin’s shitty?” Not how is Caitlin, but how is the shitty? Kind of awesome. I blame the strand for not buying the right thing and not my obliviousness to life.

I am sitting at the desk at work typing this while my textbook lies open and unread and a patron comes up to me. This is fine because I am technically here to serve them and so I stopped typing. But then the girl leans in real close like she wants to tell me a secret. This is disconcerting because I don’t even like to hug people I know very much as it encroaches on my space and is very awkward. Especially when you think about hugging while in the midst of a hug. I never know what to do and it would be way awkward if I put both of my arms around them in a vice grip and they didn’t expect a hug of such extremes and I end up looking like an awkward asshole. So then I usually just hug them with that weird one shoulder lunge into their body and pat their back twice with one hand and end up looking like an awkward asshole anyways.

I digress- so I’m freaking out because this girl is leaning in too close and I don’t know what she’s doing and I’m looking at her like, just tell me what book you want. Then she starts to whisper, which I guess is ok because we are in a library, but she’s speaking in a serious tone about the book and telling me it’s a textbook like I wouldn’t understand it. I stand up to grab it and check it out and whatever and she nods as if telling me “good job.” People are so weird and I’m probably even stranger for thinking this was a valid story to type out. But I mentioned before that I overanalyze every situation I’ve ever been in, so this is the sort of thing to expect.

BTW: Follow me on Twitter @Lady_Brightly. I am trying to figure out how to link it to my blog, but I fail with technology. #winning
Me failing:

Since I’ve typed this, I have hounded Stephanie for pictures of my little shitty because my hair looks nice today and I don’t want to mess it up and she has a lot on her phone that she has sent to her mom.

Nice hair day:

And I also was run off the sidewalk by some freakishly tall woman. You might argue that she is not freakishly tall but I am really short (5’3), but you would be wrong. I felt a dark and ominous figure coming up behind me, with my Jedi powers of course. My first instinct was to throw myself to the ground and cover my face, but I tried to stand my ground. She sort of just walked through me and I fell off of the sidewalk into the grassy area. I am already unstable on my feet. Don’t test me giant woman!

Also, I wrote this in my writing class for an exercise on lists that tells you something about someone.

Day In The Life:
Wake up. Hit alarm clock. Roll out of bed. Brush teeth. Floss. Sip mouthwash. Swivel and spit. Pull clothes out of drawer. Dress. Apply make-up. Brush hair into ponytail. Make breakfast. Eat breakfast. Browse newspaper. Make lunch. Find car keys. Drive to work. Work. Ignore phone calls. Go on Facebook. Throw away lunch. Go out to lunch. Get hit by bus. Be late for own funeral.

I don’t know why my professor keeps telling me I write morbid things. I think it’s funny and kinda clever. Try to live spontaneously and it might kill you. Of course, these are the things I would worry about.