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cxxx: dilemma in denim.

Posted in c, etcetera, ghetto life, i am not a gym rat, mirror mirror on the wall, shopping, sigh, someday I'll be a real middle class girl, will work for food, you have to be a chick to understand on January 27, 2009 by drbolte

the shred has been effective.

i use a form of the past tense because i think i am shredded out.  this week i haven’t done it once. i am not inclined to do it because a) i’ve done it most every day for a month b) i’m tired of it c) i’ll never master it (or so it feels) and d) i miss my sixty/seventy/eighty minute crazy cardio wackiness and gym psychotic sprees.  i may resurrect it twice or three times a week as a strength training supplement, but i think i may have toxed out on jillian michaels.

but it’s been effective. i’ve lost something like two inches from my hips and an inch from my waist and thighs.  in less than a month.

all of which makes my jeans even bigger than they were.

“yeah, yeah, yeah. big problem. stop your whining.”  i can hear you all now, and i understand. i really should shut up.

but i’m too busy TRYING TO KEEP MY PANTS ON MY BODY.

so…here’s my dilemma.

do i go invest the money in jeans that actually fit, since let’s be real–jeans are THE staple of my wardrobe–from the store where i got my jeans that the bff has told me he likes better than all of the rest because they actually fit (uhm…which inclines me to actually go buy 14 pairs of them if he likes them, but that’s neither here nor there) which will cost me $50 a pair at least (money that i could spend in a MULTITUDE of different ways…)?

or maybe see if jeans at real girl stores will seriously fit (like buckle…or somewhere else…) which will be more expensive but possibly last longer/look better/make me feel like i can conquer the WORLD?

or keep waiting until i get smaller?

i’m growing frustrated.

i’m also only about thirty pounds from my goal.  which is amazing and makes the dilemma even more obnoxious.  because i wonder if those thirty pounds will be two sizes (as is pretty standard–15 lbs = one size) or like four since apparently i’m losing inches INFINITELY faster than i am losing pounds.

expensive.  nice, but expensive.

so what should i do?  what would YOU do?

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cxx: mile markers.

Posted in c, disney princesses got nothin' on me, magic, mirror mirror on the wall, shopping, superheckyes, the glass is half FULL, you have to be a chick to understand on December 22, 2008 by drbolte

i successfully shopped the sale rack in the juniors department today.

when your grandest dream is to buy any kind of clothing in the regular sized department as a teenager, so that you can go shopping with your friends and not be limited to exclusively shoes and accessories, the juniors department is like mecca. or the holy grail.  insert the appropriate religious metaphor of your choice.

but even when you’ve gotten down to a size where you really fit into most anything in the regular section, the juniors section remains unattainable.

because, in case you didn’t know, everything that’s a “junior” size is a) smaller than standard sizes and 2) cut for people with a standard hourglass figure (or a girl with no hips, butt, or any real body parts at all)

definitely not someone with hips and a butt for ages.

so, i’ve stayed away.  today it began with a coat that i thought was really adorable.  there was a size there that i thought might fit.  and i hadn’t tried for a while and ‘what the heck do i have to lose?’ went through my head.  so i pulled the coat over my sweater and zipped it up.

and it fit.  not just fit, but looked ADORABLE.  i wasn’t pouring myself into it.  it just fit, all cute and sassy and totally me.  so i thought…well…if that size fits in that, maybe other things will?

and from there it was just one tumbling snowball rolling downhill, sweeping my money off and bringing a whole lot of awesome.

today, i did what i’ve never done.  today, i am apparently standard hourglass figure.  today, i found the holy grail.

for 70% off.

i’m really not sure it gets much better than that.

day 5 shred update: took sunday off, as i will from now on.  i can’t make myself workout on sunday when it has been, for so long, my day of rest.  so i doubled up to make up for it.  level one this morning and level two tonight.  other than feeling like i REALLY need to work on my plank position and my oblique twists, i really, really liked it. level two was harder, yeah, but almost more fun.  i’ll probably vary it up. and i don’t even feel particularly like death.  we’ll see what i feel like tomorrow…but i’m still at it.

reasons to love today.

Posted in all i want for christmas is..., c25k, etcetera, i am not a gym rat, i promise you that you won't care, shopping, will work for food on November 10, 2008 by drbolte

i bought new makeup and a new haircolor in a box (nothing drastic…just a little more golden) and got to hang out with one of my fashion icons and fun favorite people while doing it.

i found a little item going on my christmas list. and another.

i tried on the HOTTEST pair of frivolous shoes that i have no use for whatsoever but that still looked AMAZING on. (how is it that shoes can make your butt look better?)

i ran for three minutes straight, twice.  not counting the two 1.5 minute sets that came inbetween. that’s the longest i’ve gone and i was totally surprised that it wasn’t as horrible as i thought it would be.  i’m excited to see what i can do next week.

mondays are usually suckage. today, i win at life.

miracles.

Posted in dissertation, faith is action, gators, i love my life, magic, shopping, someday I'll be a real middle class girl, the glass is half FULL, will work for food on October 23, 2008 by drbolte

i believe in a God of everyday miracles.

let me give you cases in point.

this week has been INSANE.  literally. i could have been driven mad by it all, let it totally throw me, let it debilitate me to the point where i couldn’t do what i needed to do. but i didn’t. i’m not saying it didn’t affect me–it did, enough to blog about it and talk to my mom about it for an hour–but then i got up, dusted myself off, and got moving again.

miracle number one.

yesterday might have been the nuttiest day of them all, what with homecoming float things that needed to be done (i promise, i’ll post pictures!) and the fact that i realized what a huge huge fat crisis my procrastination on job applications had created for me.  this job, the one that i was applying for? ABSOLUTELY PERFECT for me.  it’s way far away (just about as far away as you can get in the continental united states), but they’re looking for someone specializing in my field, who has a breadth of teaching experience including interest in/focus on writing, who also has an interest in contemporary lit/film/television.

well, hello. welcome to my schizophrenic career.

but they wanted A LOT of stuff. and they wanted applications to be COMPLETE by friday. most of the time when they give a deadline, it’s a postmark deadline. oh no. not this one.

so i prayed–oh boy did i pray–that i would be able to accomplish everything and that i would be able to let go of the float a little and let people help and that i would be able to meet all of my deadlines and that i would be able to do it well.

and even though it cost me $28 in extra shipping/overnighting costs, the application was complete and sent and will be there by 3 p.m. on friday.

of course they probably won’t even look at it until november 1st, but that’s neither here nor there. and let’s ignore the fact that i found a typo on the first page of the writing sample, one that i have missed for MONTHS now because it’s not so much a typo as a misspelling of an author’s middle name that looks normal but is actually ENTIRELY wrong.  let’s hope they skim over that like i do.

we got everything done for the float that needed to be done yesterday. today is just touch up and final touches.

i even had time to go to the grocery store.

miracles 2 through 278.

today, i am starting to work ahead through the job stuff, looking to not put myself in the position that i was yesterday, so i had to do some copying and some ink cartridge buying (good heavens, they are going to bankrupt me, i swear).  on my way back, i stopped at the bank near the mall.  and a tiny voice told me “go check out ann taylor loft.”

you may think this is a delusional voice that is born of my desire for retail therapy. no, not at all.  i don’t shop at ann taylor loft. it would never occur to me to go there, really, except that i had a conversation with law school girl about their suits.  but my plan was to buy a suit over christmas, just before my interviews, and to have mom pay for it. ah, plans.

i arrived and they were having a sale.  a big sale.

so i immediately start looking at the largest sizes they have. if you have ever had trouble buying clothes in a regular store, because you are too short or too tiny or too large or too tall, you will know what this impulse feels like. you will just sort of automatically gravitate toward the sizes that have fit in the past or styles that seem to work on you, perhaps picking up a piece or too that should be too small or too short or too whatever just for kicks because it’s insanely marked down and it would be a travesty not to at least try.

that’s what i did.  and i cried in the dressing room.

not because things didn’t fit but because, for the first time in my life that i can remember, most everything fit.  and pretty much looked good. and were in sizes that real people wear.  the pencil skirt still didn’t work–i don’t think i have the body for a pencil skirt, as much as i keep trying for it–but everything else fit.

including the most adorable hot pink jacket (it sounds so 1989 but it’s not. it’s SO adorable) with big black buttons and some pinstriped pants that were part of a suit.

i bought a suit. in a real girl size.  and i got it on ridiculous sale.

(WHY does the website say this is denim? it’s not denim! it’s charcoal grey with pinstripes! that’s not denim! what, are they TRYING to kill me?)

miracle number 6.

i have just applied for my first professor job.  i have just bought a suit to go on interviews for said professor jobs.  i have just made 40 copies of my CV.  the float is coming together, and we are finding people to ride on it and be ridiculous with us.

miracles are all around us.  and everything i seem to ask for, the things i need, are showing up for me.  i don’t understand how you can look around the world, at how we are so blessed in our time of need, and not see the hand of a loving God in that.

i see it.  i am blessed.

the rules, part two.

Posted in mirror mirror on the wall, shopping, sigh, you have to be a chick to understand on September 19, 2008 by drbolte

i bought these pants. i had a coupon. they were $18. they are versatile. these were my thoughts. and they don’t look like jeans, which was the problem with the steel grey pair of these that i tried on and pretty much liked. also, i think the brown ones looked better, but i have no perspective.

(good news? a solid size, size and a half down.)

now, the ultimate question: what do i wear with them?

I skew very matchy matchy, but i know this limits me. i need ideas. and shoes. shoe ideas.

basically, i am your mannequin. dress me.

(did that sound weird? sigh. i need to do something productive now.)

accountability check.

Posted in Church, dissertation, domestic goddess, gators, ghetto life, i am not a gym rat, Life, shopping, sigh, sports, teaching, the internets, the joys of living in Florida on August 4, 2008 by drbolte

well, hi there.

how in the sweet heck are you?  no, really.  how ARE you?  whatcha been doin’ with yourself?  a little bit of reading, like me? maybe some outdoor fun?  some travel, some moving, some contemplating the mysteries of the universe?

yeah, me too.

exhausting isn’t it?

well, it’s the beginning of the longest week of my life.  i have two exams to write, 30+ six to seven page papers to grade, and 10+ two page papers to grade all by thursday.  then i have 30+ exams to grade, and 30+ grades to calculate by monday.

and i don’t do work on sunday.

and i have plans on friday night.

and i have other things to do besides just that, like you know still exist on the planet and feed my face and work out and stuff and who has time for all of this?

my planner tells me that right now i should be doing something other than blogging, but i sort of want to say mean things to my planner (inanimate taskmaster that it is, even in its bright blue hibiscus printed glory) so i’m here.

because you know what tomorrow is?

ninety days. ninety days into my 30 in 180 challenge.

HALFWAY.

we are 90 days away from november 4th, which is apparently when my finish date is.

UGGGH.

so, following in the lovely and fabulous footsteps of one of my favorite bloggy gals, brookem, i am being accountable and updating you, my devoted and eager fans, on my progress.  i’ll try to keep it brief.

(the idea of that even made ME laugh.)

here we go:

1. finish a 5K in october for breast cancer in under 45 minutes, whether that means walking or running or a mixture.

october 4th. gainesville.  if you want to join me, let me know.  i’m going to be raising money too, so i’ll keep you updated. i’ve been working to try to get myself to a 15 minute pace walking. i think i’m at about 16-17 now.  we’ll see how it all goes.

2. finish five chapters of the dissertation.

i have two completely finished drafts, one half finished draft, one draft with the research done on half, and that’s it.  i am BEHIND.  teaching kicked my trash and the dissertation had to be shifted to the back burner.  starting monday?  FRONTBURNER STATUS.

3. lose 25 pounds. or two dress sizes.

i am halfway. i have lost about 12 pounds, am now comfortably wearing the shorts i bought a size too small ages ago that i thought i’d take back but never did, and have lost about nine inches.

4. resist the impulse to dye my hair again. it needs a break–or it really will break. also, figure out if this natural curl thing is something i can actually work to my benefit.

success.  i have no desire to dye it at all now.

5. exercise at least four times a week. no matter what.

you all perhaps unfortunately know that i do this because i talk about it ad nauseum. i think the only time i haven’t met this goal was when i had a fever.

6. go to the beach four times. don’t get burned.

i’ve gone twice. i don’t know if i’ll go again. i have no real desire anymore.  and i’m too busy. and gas is EXPENSIVE. so i might get a big fat fail on this one.

7. try every luna bar i can, including the luna sunrise ones, even if i have to order them online.

sigh.  i’m getting there.  i’ve tried nine of fifteen, and i probably won’t try two of them.

8. finish my hecka big crossstitch project.

haven’t worked on it at all.  i might switch this to making a baby quilt for a friend who’s having a baby. the principle’s the same, but the task would be different. i don’t know.

9. don’t give up. but keep to the schedule. (and this doesn’t make any sense to you for a reason. sorry.)

haven’t given up.  when circumstances didn’t conspire against me, i’ve stuck to the schedule.  so basically…yes.  i’ve done this and will continue to do it.

10. present a paper at a conference.

second to last weekend in october in detroit. i gotta make those reservations…

11. submit at least two things for publication that are related to my field.

done one. totally and harshly rejected.  oh well.

12. get my eyes checked. buy new glasses that are supersassy, young but professional, and actually wear them.

not yet.

13. look for a great interview suit. don’t buy one until it makes me feel amazing and beautiful and like i can take over the world when i’m in it.

not yet. probably not until late october or early november.

14. go to the doctor. it’s been too long.

totally avoiding it. i hate doctors.

15. be vigilant about visiting teaching. pray to have the fire to do it.

meh. i’ve tried more.  but i still need to be better.

16. feed the missionaries once a month–even if it is inconvenient and even if they are a little bit lame.

i was awesomely and totally doing this, and then they changed their rules and they can’t anymore. i may still make them food every month. i haven’t decided.

17. eat vegetables or fruit at least twice a day. in general, make them much more a part of my diet.

yup.

18. write in my journal once a month. the blog’s not the same thing.

i missed june, but wrote twice in july.  i win.

19. flirt. shamelessly. at every opportunity.

yeah, i’m doing this. especially lately. i don’t know what’s wrong with me.

20. read anna karenina. finally. this time for real.

haven’t even started.  sigh.

21. experiment with a recipe to make it healthier–maybe the muffin recipe. try a new recipe out of my cookbook.

made pot roast out of my cookbook.  experiment with recipes all the time.  it’s what i do now.

22. apply for jobs. a lot of jobs. be organized about it. be on top of it. and be FEARLESS.

not time yet. i’m trying to amp myself up to be fearless, though, instead of constantly wanting to vomit at the prospect of the job search. remember when i was all zen about it?

23. be a better friend. just in general. to most of my friends.

i’m trying.

24. keep paying off the credit card at the end of every month. PAY DOWN THE DEBT.

well, considering i didn’t have an income for the first half of the summer, i think i’m doing pretty well.  i could do better.

25. reread the book of mormon. three pages a day will get it done. keep a study journal. be serious about study, not just reading.

i haven’t done the study journal thing, but i have been trying to keep up with the book of mormon reading.  i am behind, though. there are 530 pages and i am on 248.  ack.

26. be an amazing gator football fan. watch as many games as i can. go to as many as i can.

i have season tickets. i am in charge of my church group’s football block. i’m a little bit in love with tim tebow and percy harvin. i’m not really sure what else i can do.

27. have an awesome and outrageous halloween costume. it’s my last one here. make it count.

i have an idea. it’s the execution that could be problematic.

28. buy and wear cute shoes that don’t kill my feet.

yup.

29. invest in cute jewelry. and quality makeup. and yummy lipgloss. and more music (or find more people willing to make me mixes…).

done makeup, lipgloss, and music.  need jewelry, actually pretty desperately.

30. keep learning to live within my means. there’s a way to do it all. and if there’s not…choose wisely.

i am trying.

ninety more days, y’all.  crazytown.  i’ll keep working on it.  what are your goals for the next ninety days?

tales from just a smidge above the poverty line.

Posted in domestic goddess, ghetto life, shopping, someday I'll be a real middle class girl on July 18, 2008 by drbolte

you know that you are a poor grad student when, on payday (FINALLY! summers are beastly), you go grocery shopping and the following occurs:

  • purchasing more than one genre of fruit.  you want strawberries? go girl.  bananas?  yep.  WHAT? APPLES TOO? it’s like christmas in july.
  • prepackaged stirfry vegetables are in your cart.  who is going Asian tonight?  this girl.  right here.
  • splurge…on diet caffeine free dr. pepper.  and, yes, it feels like a big treat.
  • protein powder.  FINALLY!
  • the piece de resistance: buy a redbook.
  • in sum: more than three bags.

you know that you have definitely improved your out-of-control spending ways when, during same shopping trip, you had the following internal conversations or experiences:

  • “romaine or BOGO dole salads?  dole salads = no work. flip, the lettuce is TWO DOLLARS LESS! hello big fluffy romaine goodness.”
  • “ooh. strawberries.  they’re on sale.  SCORE!  but wait…the big one is $4.99 and the little ones are two for $5.  i get to buy the big one!  and not feel guilty!”
  • instead of just buying the big yellow onion, you bought the tray of tiny little mutant yellow onions for $.79 because it was cheaper.  the bonus of not having to deal with extra onion when you’re cooking for one and those big onions are like GINORMOUS was a factor, but let’s be real.  it was because it was $.79.
  • when looking at the toothpaste, you are immediately drawn to the one with the free toothbrush. you vacillate, because there’s some crest on sale.  but they don’t have the crest you like, so you’re paying full price anyways.  so…you immediately choose the one with the free toothbrush.  who doesn’t love a free thing that you already need?
  • despite not wanting to spend the time separating the creepy gross raw pork chops into individual bags, you could not resist the sale.  it was like a dollar a pork chop.  it was like an awesome deal.  so you did it anyways. almost against your will.
  • buying the big milk makes you feel like a big spender.  you have to convince yourself that the new use of milk in protein shakes would warrant such a purchase and that it’s better to have it than to not.  and besides…it doesn’t expire until august.
  • you have to restrain yourself from snatching the redbook off of the belt after you put it there, telling yourself “you can actually afford $3.50 for a magazine.  i know. it’s okay.  it’s got good stuff in there.  and yeah, there’s some stuff that’s lame.  but you’ll like it. and you’ll read it over and over again.” and even then? not convinced.
  • you calculate, in your head, in about 30 seconds, how much you spent. and you were right, within $.75 cents.  stupid onions.