Taking time to heal-something I can not do.

Ahh, the wisdom teeth. The slightly over enthusiastic, pains in the neck, stubborn, distant cousins of your other teeth. They seem harmless for up to 15-24 years, and then one day you wake up, your cheek is swollen, your gums are throbbing, and even mustering up the word, "ow" is enough to send you through the roof. I, ladies and gentlemen, have an infected and impacted wisdom tooth.

My day so far:
Woke up, complained
Called the dentist, complained
Went to the dentist, took one look at me and said: "that tooth has to come out".
Took an x-ray, was told to take all of my jewelry off.
Forgot to take out my nose ring.
Can see my nose ring in x-ray (looks pretty awesome if anyone needs an Album cover--let your girl know).
Got a perscription for antibiotics.
Called oral surgeon, he can't see me until July 22nd
and can not operate on me until August 20th.

Well, let me tell you. If the antibiotics and pain meds. don't help, I might just have to yank this thing out mah'self. I was also told to relax, which brings me to the point of this blog: what can you do to remain active, relax, and heal? I'm a girl who can not sit still for a second when its before 11 at night. I have to go, go, go, and since I couldn't get my workout in this morning (and I already feel flabby, which is my problem not yours), I had to find a way to keep myself; A. occupied, B. productive, C. exercised, and D. relaxed.

So what did I do? I first came home and painted my nails while watching Hulu episodes of The View (judge if you will, but those ladies slay me. Mainly Whoopi). So I took care of the occupied part, and my nails are now a beautiful color of "Summer Peach", thanks American Apparel (even though I shouldn't support you).

Then I decided to clean out the trunk of my car, and in order to add a bit of exercise in there I parked my car across the street and down a few houses so when I had to bring my stuff (and it was A LOT OF stuff, I'm talking I should be on the show "Hoarders"), I could get some exercise walking to my house. I made about 5 trips from car to house, then up the stairs, it was super hot out today so I got some slight sweat. It felt real good.

And now to relax I just made myself some chocolate milk, laying in bed blogging and doing some Ebay shopping. Going to make some sort of beer-based meal tonight with Andrew, I will be sure to blog the recipe. Tomorrow I head back to work. Hopefully the facial swelling will go down, and hopefully I allow myself to get enough sleep tonight.

The life of a busy bee, is the life for me.

If you don't know, now ya know...

This week I received an unsettling e-mail. Though, I have my suspicions on who wrote it, (leave me the fuck alone, seriously). However, it was interesting enough and I am more than happy to address it and set the record straight. The e-mail:
I will not post the person's e-mail address. Don't need harassment of them or me.

"Katie

Your blog is shallow as fuck. Why the hell do you even bother? Giving people weight loss advice when clearly you have quite a long way to go? Seroiusly. Go away, your blog is fucking retarded, just like you. And have fun with your two a days, hope you pass out in the process."

That was the e-mail, clearly riddled with spelling mistakes, cuss words, and the like. A real genius wrote that. But lets address the REAL issues at hand:

The author of the e-mail stated that this blog is a shallow one. And, as I've said before in blog posts of the past. That is not my intention. But unfortunately anytime a woman talks about her want to lose weight, or better herself, it's automatically shallow. What? I'm not allowed to be a strong, smart, feminist woman and care about my looks? Care about what goes into my body? To that I say: haters to the far left.

I do not believe there is anything shallow about wanting to help myself and others on a more personal/age appropriate level when it comes to weight loss and having a positive self image. This blog is not for everyone, trust me, if you are perfectly happy with yourself and you "hate" food blogs, "hate" weight loss, and "hate" happiness--then please--ex out of this now. No one asked you to be here, ya feel me?

One of my favorite professors of all time, she taught my "Women in Literature" class, once said something that helps me defend my stance here. "A woman should strive to be just as strong, or stronger, than her male counterpart". I believe she meant both mentally, and physically.

Moving on to the next point of interest: "why are you giving weight loss advice when you yourself have a long way to go?" This is true. I do have a long way to go. I am nowhere near the weight I want to be, but let me tell you, I am also nowhere near the weight I once was. This is a weightloss journey for me, and along the way I hope I can give people some feedback, recipes, anecdotes, and serious tales.

I wrote this blog to empower myself. I wrote this blog my sisters, for my best friends, for my acquaintances, for my female friends, for my male friends, for my grandmother, and for my mother. This is a safe place for me to write about myself. Of course I subject myself to ridicule if people do not like my style of writing, my body type, my face, whatever it may be. But again, I didn't do this for those people.

And, "anonymous" e-mailer, as far as me "passing out" I am in the best fucking shape of my life. I could outrun a goddamn deer, out wrestle a fucking alligator and out love a dove. Believe me, when it comes to physical and mental strength- Arnold Schwarzenegger circa 1990 don't got shit on me. Best believe.

To my loyal readers/friends/family, I apologize for my language but I do not apologize for this blog. This is all for you. And, as always, haters--you know where to go.

xoxox