Teenage Waist-land

Harsh reality hit me this weekend as I joined friends in Baltimore shopping for bridesmaid dresses - I no longer have my teenage body. Not that it was ever that impressive, but gosh it was tan, tight and two times smaller! I realized that it is time for a body makeover, just in time for Miranda's wedding on May 7th. The major setback that set me off - my bridesmaid dress doesn't fit.

It was mailed to me before I left Atlanta. I had requested a size 6 but apparently J. Crew thought I was looking pretty hot and sent me a size 4. At that time in my life, I was stressed to the max, drinking my feelings instead of eating them (this time) and I was roughly 10 pounds lighter. Not to mention I have the smallest breasts on the planet. The dress fit, it zipped AND it was rather fetching for a maids frock.

But coming back to the land of many - restaurants that is - I have enjoyed my meals and my cocktails. The pounds have just packed back on and the kicker is my breasts have grown and now I can't zip the damn dress! I'm talking cleavage without makeup shadowing. They are bouncy - and voluptuous compared to the former bug bite versions (or cones as my sister fondly calls them.) I don't know if it is my diet, or if my boyfriend has been wishing on every star that they would grow. Thanks Austin :)

I remember in high school how I would drink liters and liters of water, run on the treadmill while watching my favorite shows (sex in the city was on HBO at the time) and tan to my hearts content. Now, I continue to gain even though I have been walking and biking everywhere since I am a commuter, running with the dog and doing yoga once a week. I guess old habits die hard like late night pizza and Chinese food.

So today I started the three week Lacy detox (I feel like this is Deja Vu.) I started reading about a few things I can do, and of course they are all really practical and the main thing is to curb your appetite. So it is no alcohol, light meals, yoga twice a week, TONS of water, running and biking any chance I get! I will keep you posted between potty breaks :)

Men are from Mars...

So this whole living with someone thing...it is quite a recipe for something special. Can you sense the sarcasm in my writing? It is so interesting what you learn about someone once you decide to cohabitate. Mother's around the world scream "don't do it for financial reasons!" and "he will never buy the cow when he gets the milk for free!" Well, when was the last time any of us actually were smart enough to take our mother's advice on love? Silly little girls...

Austin and I have been living together for one month and five days. I think the epiphany happened on day 30 that I couldn't take it anymore. When we first got here is was so much fun - we were organizing, arranging and enjoying each other so much. Then it happened.

Issue #1: The Closet. Ok, so I know that when you merge two lives you have to give certain things up - but why he thought it was going to be one inch of space in MY closet, I will never know. I mean, I have created TONS of space for him in the rest of the house with all his gear. Cycling gear, hiking gear, camping gear, climbing gear...the list goes on and on! So I just want one spot for my things. And he doesn't even know about the three boxes my mom just shipped up from Georgia. (insert evil laugh here)

Issue #2: The Kitchen. We have a 3x12 galley kitchen or crap kitchen, whatever the correct term may be. He LOVES to cook, and he is wonderful at it. But we did discover his worst allergies - dish soap and water! Seriously? You can't wash a dish? Grow up and put on some gloves. Don't worry about the fact that they are pink.

Issue #3: The Bed. This isn't where I talk about our sex life. If you want details, ask me offline, my mother is all over this blog. I am talking about changing sheets and making the bed. Again, is this not something that a man understands? There is nothing better than clean sheets after a long day and I certainly don't want his dirty ass all over my clean sheets. ARG.

Issue #4: The Dog. You will be hearing more and more about my favorite K9 Traveler, but we are talking about his hair on this one. And I am not faulting him for the hair all over the place, I am faulting his dad because he lacks the ability to push around a swiffer.

Issue #5: Clothes. I am a clothes-horse for sure. There is no denying that. But Austin undresses and stacks his clothing in little piles around the room. It is bizarre, but I guess in his own little way it is his way of organizing. Heaven forbid I touch these piles because there is hell to pay if something goes missing. It's like the man from mars is making crop circles.

Issues don't equal problems, I actually laugh more than I ever have and have a happy heart everyday. But it is nice to vent every once in a while. Also, I have come to the conclusion, I love aliens...especially the ones from Mars. :)

Wings or Roots...Part I

Well, this is a LONG overdue post. It is my two month anniversary of being back in our Nation's Capital. I can't believe I am back and that I have been here for two months! It took a lot of soul searching, tears and money to get back here, but I have never been happier!

On this journey back to my hearts home, I have struggled with the wings vs. roots debate. This isn't new for me, I have bounced back and forth for most of my life now, and have realized that it is a daily battle. Of course we all want roots - family and friends that we rely on and have known us for years, familiar streets and places that are safe and reliable and a sense of nostalgia of times spent with these people in these particular places. But I am also intrigued by my wings - how far they can carry me, what new adventures they will lead me to and the people and places I will discover along the way. There is nothing better than that feeling of the unknown and unfamiliar. Each day is filled with hope and uncertainty. Its truly exhilarating. So lets talk about these wings of mine...

I have settled into a cozy little one bedroom on 9th Street NE in the Capitol Hill neighborhood - technically I am in the Atlas District - the hottest up and coming neighborhood (that status currently rivaled only by U Street) home to Grandville Moore's delicious mussels, Rock and Roll Hotel's crowded dance floor and Sticky Rice's tasty tots. I have given up my love of driving for a 7300 Trek bike. The brick building I live in was built sometime in the 1920's and I love to tell my friends that I have a Carrie lock on my door (Sex in the City's famous fashionista.) I am living with my boyfriend and his dog, Traveler. Yeah, this life is different, but SO fun.

I commute each day about 1 hour each way to and from home. Yes, it is hard to get my lazy bones out of bed, especially on rainy mornings, which we have not been in short supply of. I don't remember ever having this much rain, but today is beautiful and sunny (thank you Spring!) My office is located in Old Town Alexandria. It is such a quaint and interesting town with SO much history. I have retired most of my heels for flats, and bought my first pair of Tom's that already have been worn through. I have said "so long" to fabulous purses and bags to take my North Face backpack everyday to work. I don't mind that I look like a college student, it makes me look younger. :)

My job is wonderful. I handle something new everyday and have appointments and meetings all over the city. I have become very close with my coworkers and we are in the process of introducing ourselves to the city and the key players in it. Each day is new, and fun. I have programs in town all the time, and I entertain and operate each program to the best of my ability. I will travel to Boca next month to work. I am so happy that this company embraces my love of travel.

This is a lot to take in, but exactly why I love my wings. I soak in my surroundings all the time, taking in each new experience as a positive step in the journey of my life. Of course I miss my parents and friends in Atlanta, but this experience in indescribable.

Everyone has wings - they may be the size of a beautiful Eagle and allow you to soar with little or no effort to the greatest heights, or they might be chicken wings that don't allow you to fly at all. The point is, you have them and you should have the courage to try them out. If you are disappointed by the outcome, that is OK - at least you attempted to fly. :)