The squatty potty I bought last week is a game changer. Buy one. For reals.
Oscar nominations came out yesterday, so I spent a little bit of time at work in the morning getting my agenda for the next six weeks planned out. I freaking love this time of year. And I am so psyched that Sylvester Stallone got nominated for playing Rocky Balboa! I love that character so much. I don't think he will win, but I'm so pumped about this.
Half training/kickboxing is still going well. I'm exhausted pretty much all the time, though.
The other night when I got home from kickboxing, I pulled into my parking lot and a guy was getting jumped! I called 911 and ran into my apartment. I think I have PTSD from the event. I am scared to walk outside my apartment now. Last night I went and bought two different things of pepper spray, but I still feel very unsafe. Time to move?
I also have been ridiculously obsessed with Investigation Discovery and murder stories (Yes, like Making a Murderer) (He is guilty.). Between that and the robbery/jumping I witnessed, my dreams have been absolutely horrible lately. I wake up like every hour because I'm having a bad dream. I think I need a cleanse - no more true life crime stories for awhile.
This is what I look like right now. My weight is still up, but I just don't know what to do about it. I work out like crazy and I watch what I eat, but nothing is changing. I'm just going to keep doing what I'm doing and not worry about the stupid scale because it's making me crazy and pissed off all the time.