Meesh of all trades, master of none. That's me. 27 year old Chicagoan, cat lover, accidental runner, half-ass artist and comestibles connoisseur hobbling my way through 'adulthood'.
I call this piece, Desk Shrimp.
In an effort to not waste food, I bring my [sometimes elaborate] leftovers from last night’s dinner. You’d think the conscious effort made to pre-pack your lunch carefully in 32 different containers the night before would be the most annoying and tedious part…but you’d be wrong.
It’s trying to eat said leftovers whilst precariously perched over your keyboard, and trying not to get schmaltz on your mouse.
We finally got around to making Indy’s ID tags last night. We got to choose four lines of text, so obviously we got creative.
[phone number redacted]
shedidntsaythat asked: Thank Beysus for that second year pic. One year ago I was harping on you about your twig arms.
Unfortunately, that is my lot in life in terms of body composition: stick arm-and-leg syndrome, and a thicker waist. But I *think* my arms have become less breadstick-like. So that’s a thing.
I do miss those sweet, sweet boobs from when I was 40 pounds heavier though.
I was cleaning out my old phone today so I can sell it on eBay, and I came across my very first “before” picture when I first started trying to lose weight last summer.
Happy two year lose-iversary (?) to me! Two years of shedding all my post college, post smoking, reckless-decision, in-a-relationship-where-I-lost-my-sense-of-self weight….and kept it off.
How I did it, initially: It took a couple of starts-and-stops, but I finally managed to stick to it. First and foremost: picked a goal weight that was realistic for me, my history and my body type. That goal weight was my entering-undergrad weight. Before alcohol, eating terrible foods and zero physical activity occurred. Next: Plan a diet that was sustainable. I never said, “I’m not drinking beer” or “I’m not eating pizza” or “No bread this week.” That wouldn’t have worked. I would’ve been setting myself up for failure. I still ate those things all the time, I just ate less of them and became best friends with vegetables. Lastly: I did/do exercise I like(d). I learned that I loved Zumba, hated spinning, but loved cycling, hated static weight lifting, but loved running. Moreover, I’ve recently discovered that I love HIIT workouts. Who knew? The key was trying a lot of everything and admitting to myself when I didn’t like something.
How I keep it off: I just do me, really. Eat healthy during the week. Cook a lot. Try new recipes. Go balls deep in some junk food during the weekend. Mow some cocktails and beers. Then get back to it on the weekdays, all whilst keeping up my exercise routine where I workout most days of the week. These days, I’d like to build up some muscle tone and have some rock hard abs, but I’ve come to terms a long time ago with that fact that I carry weight naturally in my stomach and, lezbereal, there will always be a little somethin’ somethin’ to pinch there. Shrugggzzz. Life. Bodies. Amirite?
And finally, a second year progress picture, of course…
Did I feel completely ridiculous taking this picture? Yes. I sure did.
Do you ever have one of those weekends where you’re like, Man, that was a good weekend, but you didn’t really do anything special? But you still don’t want it to be over?
This weekend was that weekend.
Friday was a bowling, Big Bricks pizza and beer double date night.
Saturday was a deep cleaning of the apartment (I’ve seriously never gotten a place I’ve lived so clean,) doggie beach shenangians up the wazoo, sushi, and a chill night of summer beers and The Graduate on Netflix.
Sunday was Honey Butter chicken and cocktails on back porches, more doggie beach shenanigans, taking my new bike out for a spin (I think I’ll name her Bullet,) and barbecues with great friends.
A bit more about the bike: I was not planning on trading up at all, but I wandered into Working Bikes and fell in love. If you’re a Chicago resident, I highly recommend soliciting this fine establishment if you’re in the market for a bike. They’re a nonprofit who relies solely on donations. They take half the bikes they receive and fix them up and sell them to the public for a hefty discount (mine is a $750 bike that I got for $100 and change, which I’ll completely recoup when I sell my old one.) The other half, they ship to Africa and South America and distribute them to natives at no cost. All in all, a really awesome and unique NPO, IMO.
So Doug and I just figured out that both of our OKC accounts are only deactivated and not deleted. And we both simultaneously were like, “Hey, can I log back on to delete/grab our first conversation?”
I don’t know…it’s just weird to think about. In this day and age of meeting people online and what-have-you, our first ‘helloos’ are documented. It’s kind of romantic.
Without spoiling too much of our Save the Date (yet), I just wanted to show you this one frame that we took in the photo booth.
Thought I’d post these new recipes that are now on my Must Make Again list.
On the left we have a happy accident. No batch of my pancakes ever turns out the same. I often mix the batter without the use of measuring cups, and I’ll do things like switch out egg and milk for yogurt, so they’re all different, every time. This time, I loosely followed an easy pancake recipe, substituting TJ’s GF flour for regular, coconut oil for vegetable, and omitting eggs. Why? Because we had none. I also put in less baking powder than called for. The result: a wonderful crepe-like thing. Which I filled with almond butter and strawberry jam. (Bonus: they reheat perfectly the next day.)
On the right…the greatest lettuce wraps I’ve ever had. It was *really* hard to stick to healthy eating yesterday because Aunt Flo and OMGINEEDJUNKFOOD, but I continued my plan of making these shrimp lettuce wraps and I almost cried because they’re that good. I loosely followed this recipe, but I was missing some spices, so I added in some hot sauce and regular pepper. I also had a pineapple that I’d cut up a week ago that was sitting in the fridge that I used instead of mango. Basically, my version just had the spiced shrimp, pan-fried pineapple and cut-up avocado with some Louisiana hot sauce added on top. Will definitely be making again.
I’m the girl who brings weird things to/does weird things at the office.
But fuck if I care, this balance ball chair is magic.