Fat Skinny Girl

Yep, that's me. I may not look overweight, but see me in a bathing suit, and you definitely won't be envious of my body. That's because I'm that kind of skinny girl. No tone, no definition, just flab, and what appears to be a non-alcoholic beer belly. Oh, and the pasty white skin due to the lack of sunshine because I work indoors all day everyday doesn't help :)

Found this online and it made me chuckle because it applies to me so well

 And here is the way my mind works to possibly make an improved change in my appearance. I can:

A) Cut greasy food, sweets, and carbonation from my diet, but otherwise continue to live my hectic yet exercise free lifestyle. Pray that cutting out my favorite foods helps do the trick... (sounds miserable, right?)

OR

B) Add cardio and ab work outs to my daily routine, so that I CAN continue to eat what I like. What? You thought that if I chose this option, I'd eliminate my love for sweets and grease? Not a chance! Don't get me wrong, I love my fruits and veggies too, but a life without sweets and grease is no life worth living, if you ask me.

B is the better option, right? Only problem is, I can never wake up earlier than I need to, and I could REALLY use a motivated, local, workout buddy. Key word being motivated, as in she's been on a routine for awhile now. But I don't want to be intimidated by her intermediate to advanced levels of exercise, as I myself am a beginner. I don't want a gym pass, so don't ask me to join your gym. I just want to find someone who goes out biking, jogging, or speed walking at the same time daily.

I suppose Vance and I should just start being each other's motivators and workout buddies, even though his tolerance level is way above mine. I'm a wuss. Tonight I'm going to wish upon a star that I can take the necessary steps to improving my lifestyle habits and to getting rid of that fat skinny girl body I'm trapped in. Wish me luck!

Dreamer's Brawl

I'm a dreamer.

Not only do I spend the majority of each waking moment daydreaming, but I dream up strange scenarios in my sleep. I mean like, a lot. And my dreams are usually ridiculous. Apocalypse nightmares, constant celebrities, flying humans, talking animals, floating scorpions; you name it, I've dreamt it. I have a dream diary, but I think from time to time I'll post them on here as well.

A couple nights ago, I had a dream I was out with a friend, enjoying a delicious Sunday brunch somewhere fancy. There was a long line in the dining room, where people were waiting to get their Sunday suits and dresses pressed by some guy who was ironing and steaming clothes at a baby's changing table.

My friend and I finished our delicious meal and got in line to get our dresses de-wrinkled. As we were waiting in line, we started getting chatty with some folks standing just behind us. We were so involved in conversation that we didn't realize we were next in line, and a man a few people back butt in front of us and headed to the changing table.

We ran up to him and told him sorry we weren't paying attention, but that it was our turn and that he needed to wait his turn. He started sassing me, and refused to let me ahead of him. We were starting to cause a scene, but I didn't care. Plus, all the people he butt were getting upset as well. My friend and I started pushing him out of the way, but being a bit stronger than me, he pushed right back.

That's when I got really riled up in my dream. He can't push me around like that! I rolled up my sleeves and put my whole body into it. I threw him an elbow with a slap at the end of it. Next thing I know I wake up to the sound of my husband shouting "Ow!"

I was laying on my stomach with the back of my hand on Vance's chest. Poor guy took the brunt of my imaginary fight. I checked my phone and it was 5:00 am. I fell back asleep, but thanks to my rude wake up call, Vance did not. When I woke up again at 7:30 am, he poked me and said "Hey, remember that one time you slapped me in your sleep?"

I laughed the whole way to work.

Tuesday Ramblings from Plain Jane

Conversation with a male co-worker today.

co-worker: "Annika bo bannika banana fana fo fannika. Man, you have a fun name!"

me: "Thanks! I like it."

co-workier: "I have only known one other Annika in my life."

me: "You know another Annika? Dang it!"

co-worker: "Yeah, but she is a CUTE girl."

me: (slightly sarcastically, slightly hurt) "Cuter than me?"

long pause.

co-worker: "Yeah, she is REALLY cute. She's the kind of girl you'd do a double take on."

another long pause.

co-worker: "But hey, don't worry about it! It's all about personality. Personality goes a long way."

Geee. Thanks.