I was going to put together my mason jar post for today, but things don't always go as planned around here. Right now, it's 2 am and I have other things on my mind that I needed to write about. You see I'm 31 and I feel like I'm still a work in progress. I'm still learning and growing, making mistakes and bad decisions, what can I saw...I'm flawed. 

I will never be flawless, I'm no Beyonce...

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I'm just trying to accept my flaws when others look down on them...

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I'm from Philly and I shout when I talk. 

I take everything personally and hate when someone doesn't like me. 

I lack self confidence and don't give myself enough credit.

I get emotional.

I say the wrong things before thinking twice about them. 

I talk too much and give unwanted details.

I make mistakes and sometimes make the same ones over and over again. 

I bite my nails and trip over my feet. 

I watch too much TV.

I procrastinate and have a million other things on my mind instead of the one thing I should be doing at the moment. 

But that's just who I am.

I have flaws, please forgive me.

Take the good with the bad. 

Take all of me and love me just the way I am. 

I will learn from my mistakes (eventually) and grow as a person, but these flaws will always be mine. 

Just as I will always stand 6 feet tall, I will always say things with a Philly accent (punkin instead of pumpkin, ice-ning instead of icing, wooder instead of water), so don't try to correct me! 

I have flaws and don't expect you to embrace them, just don't use them against me. Don't hate me because of them. 

I have flaws, please forgive me. 

PS, linked up over at TwoThirty-Five Designs

Don't Sweat the Small Stuff...

Don't Sweat the Small Stuff... it's easier said than done, right?! I mentioned in my last post that I wasn't going to let silly little things get to me, and that I wasn't going to sweat the small stuff any more. A mess in the kitchen made by someone else, don't sweat it. Silly drivers on the road doing crazy things, don't sweat it. A number on the scale you never thought you would see again, never wanted to see again... don't sweat it. Breathe, and move on. 

It was a pound here and there over my goal weight that I finally reached at the end of 2012, beginning of 2013. However, recently it has been more than a few pounds. I told myself I would not see that number when I turned 30 or ever again (I'm now 31!), so I purchased a few Jillian Michaels DVDs that my friend recommended and got to work. I was so proud of myself for sticking to it; I changed my eating habits and worked out at least 4 times a week in 2012 to 2013. You can read about the start of this journey here and here. 

At first I didn't sweat the few pounds I had gained, why let it bother me when I could still fit into the same sized clothing? I tried to promise myself that I wouldn't see that number again, but since about the end of last year I have stayed over it. I got tired of keeping up with the food journal and only kept up with my work out routine every other week.  But now after three weeks of not keeping up with my workout routine and eating like there is no tomorrow, my clothes are starting to feel a little snug. Oh, and these love handles...what's to love about them?! 

 I know, I know, we are not a number on a scale. But, when I see the number I know that I am not being healthy and therefore I am not happy with myself. The clothes may have fit, but I knew I wasn't eating healthy and I saw that my body was changing. My thighs were getting bigger and I could see that I was just losing the curves and shape I had worked so hard for two years ago. 

So, why am I not keeping up with it? Well I am a big time stress eater, which is why I'm trying to learn how  not to sweat the small stuff!! 

Big time, life changing stressful events happen and sometimes those things get the best of us (GOD knows I had a few of those at the end of last year)...but I can't keep worrying about the little things that I can't change. 

I'm not sure if I'll start with the food journal again, but I did start my workout routine again. Yesterday was Day 1...

My Reality Come True

You were in my dreams and now have become my reality.
I didn't need a fairy tale, I didn't need a castle.
I needed someone to hold, someone to love.
I didn't need a million dollars or a house on the beach.
I needed someone true to themselves, and true to me.
I wanted a reality come true, I wanted someone like you.

Dreams are made of cotton candy, lollipops, and candy canes.
Life is made of ups and downs, the good and bad, right and wrong.
A relationship isn't what you dream, it's what you make.
You can dream for happiness, but only we can make it happen.
My reality has come true, because I am in love with you.

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