Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fear. Show all posts

Thursday, January 24, 2013

Wisdom Teeth are Dumb

*warning..if photos of teeth wig you out don't look at this post*

My mouth is swollen and stiff.

One of the upsides to dental work..lots of ice cream.

My company for the rest of the day.

Stupid teeth with no point but to cause pain.

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Wednesday Mash Up

Geez y'all!! I have been cccrrraazzzyyy busy this week. After my 'digital detox' and being out of town for the weekend I feel like everything got a little out of whack. Like I'm just a step behind. We just got around to grocery shopping tonight...and it was MANDATORY..because we were out of everything. Jeremy and I have both been sick. It was rainy today. Ya know...LIFE keeps happening. lol.
But I know everything will get back to normal soon enough.

I had a super great weekend. My mom and I drove up to see my sister for her birthday but we were able to sneak up to Denton to see Jonessa and her brand new baby boy, Seth! Poor Jonessa had that dazed and confused look going on. Being a brand new Momma is hard work.

We surprised my sister with our visit..she had no idea we were coming. But THEN we surprised her with a party at her apartment. I have discovered that I am not a very good liar when under pressure. I am NOT able to lie on the fly!

Jonessa suggested speaking with a foreign accent to confuse the person I am speaking to long enough to think of something else to say. Good idea...except I was trying to fib to my sister. I'm not sure she would have fallen for the foreign accent.

My cousin, Briana (she is presenting the cupcakes above), who lives with my sister is celebrating her birthday today {Happy Birthday, Bri!}. And my sister planned a surprise birthday party for HER on Sunday. was one crazy weekend of surprise birthday parties at my sister's place.

*Subject change*

Has anyone else tried BodyCombat at the gym? It's like Tae Bo...on crack. I LOVE it! It get's my heart rate up and I'm sweating. It's a great way to get out any frustrations. Even though I know I'm makes me feel like a total bad ass.

OH! Guess what I signed up for today?! The Hot Chocolate 5k next month!!! I'll run for chocolate. There is a time restriction of a 15 mile..after that they open the roads back up to traffic. I've only AVERAGED a 14: 21 mile on my own at a walk/jog hopefully I won't be waved off the course for being too slow. Nervous! Excited!

OH! AND! I got my Jessica Simpson dress in. My Facebook people have already seen this pic but I'll share with y'all too!

Monday, September 12, 2011

August 11 2004

"Tomorrow is my 24th birthday. If anyone has had a worse case of the blahs, I'd like to know. I don't think my blah's have anything to do with my birthday. Actually, my birthday is something I have been looking forward to. I think my blah's are something I have been trying to fight off. My blah's are trying very hard to dive into a depression. I seem to only be able to maintain "happy" for a handful of weeks at a time before returning to this serious case of the blues. Even though I feel like I have taken some baby steps to improve my life I have this nagging critic inside telling me it's not enough. I have a hard time understanding why I can't just be happy, but I don't think depression listens to reason.

My body image is a big part of my unhappiness. I hate my body. I mean, I HATE it. I feel myself slipping back into the disgusted mind set. I don't want to look at myself naked and I certainly don't want Jeremy seeing me naked. I hate the way all my clothes fit me.

When did this happen to me?

When did I become this disgusting fat frump?

I am 24. I should be able to wear all those cute styles and cute shoes and look and feel sexy. You would think my self-loathing would be enough to drive me to do something about my body, but no. I can't even work up the drive or self-restraint it takes to diet and exercise. So I'm fat and lazy and pathetic and disgusting. I wish I didn't feel this way. I wish I could be easier on myself, but I can't keep candy coating it.

I am fat and I keep getting fatter.

I don't want to be the fat girl. I want clothes to fit me. I don't want to see my fat rolls all the time. I want to be able to walk with my head up, but right now I am just too ashamed of how I have let myself go."

I found this in a journal stuffed inside my nightstand drawer. Did you cringe reading it? Because I did. A lot of self-hate going on. It took two more years before I was ready to actually do something, really do something about how I felt about my body. And it took me three more years of slowly changing my lifestyle, of gaining ground only ounces at a time, to finally reach my goal weight. Seven years, seven whole years. I wish I could go back and tell myself how much happier I was going to be once I got to the other side of this journey. Maybe it would have happened sooner if I could.

But it makes me think about all the other people out there that are struggling with their self-image. Maybe they are, at this very moment, in the same place I was when I wrote that journal entry. So, I can't go back and tell myself anything but I can tell you...this is not the end of your story. There are many, many more chapters. Its ok if it takes you some time to get through THIS chapter, just know..that you WILL get through it. Can't wait to see you on the other side of YOUR matter how long it takes you to get there.

Saturday, August 27, 2011

Conversations At Home

Me: All these earthquakes are making me nervous.

Jeremy: Why?

Me: I don't know. I feel like the earth is gearing up for something big.

Jeremy: There are earthquakes all the time, its just the media trying to work everyone up. 2012 and all that end of the world bull crap.

Me: I'm not worried about it being the end of the world. No one can predict that.

Jeremy: Right. Besides I think when this world comes to an end, human beings won't exist anymore. Actually, I think human beings are going to be the end of human beings. We are going to destroy ourselves.

Thursday, June 2, 2011

My Vision Board

The girls over at Tone It Up have challenged their readers to make a vision board. So, I started thinking about what I wanted more of in my life and then headed over to Pinterest to search for the perfect images to make my vision board.

Here is what I came up with. If I could have squeezed more images on there I would have, but this helped me pinpoint what I REALLY wanted to focus on.

I want to be less afraid of failure. I want more love, more passion, more kisses, more smoldering looks, more flirting. I want a LOT more laughter. I want to feel inspired. I want to spend more time with friends. I want a tighter body. I want creativity to STRIKE, I want it to flow into me and through me. I want to always feel that I can do anything, at any time..its never too late, never.

What would be on your vision board?

P.S. Don't think for a second I've forgotten about my 100 follower giveaway. It's coming, my lovelies!

Tuesday, February 15, 2011

Make Impossible Possible

"The only way of finding the limits of the possible is by going beyond them into the impossible." - Arthur C. Clarke

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

Right in the ear

At about 4:30 this morning I was awakened from a deep, dream-filled sleep by a crackling noise. You know when you have soap suds in your ear and the sound it makes when the water is dissolving it? That was the sound that was in my ear..except I didn't have any soap suds in my ear because I had been sleeping.

Automatically, I was wide awake. And all the episodes of 'Untold Stories of the ER' that I had ever watched flashed before my eyes. My mind went straight to worst case not pass go, do not collect $200. OMG, I have a roach in my ear! In my head I was screaming 'Get it out! Get it out!' But I sat up in bed and calmly (at least I thought I sounded calm)told Jeremy 'I think I have a bug in my ear'. As he got out of bed and turned on the light I started to panic just a little, 'Do we need to go to the doctor?' I felt the fluttering in my ear. 'Yes, yes, I think we should go to the doctor.'

By this time Jeremy and I had moved to the bathroom. I was trying very hard not to claw at my ear. As I stood there, very still, trying not to hyper-ventilate I was waiting for Jeremy to get the tweezers or something. He was doing something next to me and when I glanced over he was scrolling on his cell phone. 'What are you doing?' I asked, my voice may or may not have shot up a few octaves in sheer panic. 'I'm getting my flashlight app.' That's right, people. Who needs actual flashlights when we have flashlight apps? Jeremy was telling me to stay calm and not freak out. And I was trying, really I was..but hhheeellllooo, there was a ROACH! In my EAR!

Before he could even get the flashlight app working I felt the roach..bug..roach..move to the outside of my ear. The urge to swat at my ear was so strong but I was afraid if I did it might encourage the bug..roach..bug to go BACK in my ear so I stayed still. Jeremy took a look and determined that the bug had in fact exited my ear...and it was just a little bitty gnat.

So, no roach in my ear. Thank God. And I don't think I'll be watching 'Untold Stories of the ER' anymore.

Monday, November 22, 2010

My name is Jinny..

“Just cause you got the monkey off your back doesn't mean the circus has left town.” ~ George Carlin

..and I'm a recovering food junkie.

I know sometimes people don't quite understand my relationship with food. Or maybe they think they understand. OR maybe they think I'm kidding when I talk about my own 'recovery'.

I look at my previous relationship with food as an abusive one. It would lure me in, distract me, promise me the moon and stars. And then it would destroy my will power, my body, my self-esteem. But, for the longest time, I could not stop the cycle.

I once ate five donuts in one day. I had brought the donuts for everyone but the box was left by my desk...bad idea. All day they whispered in my ear. I swear I could SMELL them. And while I was sure no one would see me, I had five donuts...along with the rest of my 'normal' food.

I use to consume little debbie snacks after I got home from work, before Jeremy got home so he didn't see. And I would make sure to stuff the wrappers down in the trash so he wouldn't notice.

If I walked into the breakroom and another group was having a goodie day (pot luck), I would pick over their desserts and keep one eye on the door to make sure I didn't get caught red handed.

That was my life with food. It's like I KNEW what I was doing wasn't right and yet I could not stop myself. I've somehow, over the last several years, re-trained my brain and broke the cycle..thank God. I haven't had a little debbie snack in..I can't even remember how long and the thought never crosses my mind to buy them. But that doesn't mean that I don't still have a split second of indecision whenever confronted with a box of donuts left for anyone or a table full of sugary goodness. The voice is still in my head that I could have just ONE more (it's Christmas, your birthday, Saturday, President's day...after all).

I'm not sure the voice will ever be totally silent. It will probably be with me for the rest of my life. I have a roll of mental duct tape now, however, and I'm no longer afraid to wrangle that bitch to the ground and tape her big fat mouth shut.

Saturday, November 6, 2010


1. Deep water. I've always had a fear of water. It took me for-ever to wash my own hair in the bathtub. I'm not sure why I'm so scared. It's not like I have ever been close to drowning. I was sort of born with it. Once, when we were in Florida, I just about refused to get on a speed boat to go to an island.
2. I mentioned that I was claustrophobic. Yeah, crowded spaces are NOT for me.

3. I'm afraid of getting fat again. It's sort of an irrational fear. I have an eye on the scale (and it hasn't budged in months) but I still worry that one morning I might wake up and be 200+ lbs again. Totally irrational (but that's fear for ya).