Goal Number 155: Own a wardrobe I'm proud of - Completed!

I finally have a closet that I don't mind picking through to find a good outfit. It still needs work, and I plan on trolling through eBay (latest addiction, I think so!) to find some Spring-y looks for the coming months. Some girl in my Early Childhood Education class was bragging about how she found an entire wardrobe at a thrift shop for $50. I was amazed but skeptical. Anyway!

A picture of my full closet:

My closet has never looked so goooooood.

Goal Number 151: Look like an American Eagle model - Completed!

I'm wearing a striped navy and white sweater, American Eagle dark wash jeans, and a white scarf (technically from Forever 21, but no labels make it look like it could be from American Eagle).

Ahhh clothes. I feel like I finally own a collection of clothes that I'm proud of. Hey, wasn't that another goal?!

Goal Number 106: Do something romantic for Valentine's Day - Completed to the best of my ability.

I had to work a nine hour shift on V-Day, and Ben worked too. So we ended up going out for ice cream with my sister and her boyfriend, which wasn't romantic, but it was something.

Goal Number 105: Get an article published in a magazine - Completed!

See? This is what I get for neglecting this blog.

I was actually published a month ago. I wrote an article for my mama's business and it was published in Cape Cod Life. I don't have the link for you right now, so you'll have to take my word for it. :)

Goal Number 111: Grow my hair out past my shoulder blades - Completed!

I haven't had my hair this long in a million years. Ever since I can remember, I've loved the short cut for how light it is and how easy. I've made some serious cutting mistakes that I'll forget someday, usually involving Procuts.

This was my favorite short haircut, back when I was a junior in high school. I had dyed my hair red and I was a fresh little monkey. If I had as much confidence then as I do now I probably would've scared my boyfriend away.




I'll probably rock this look some time in the future, since I have the confidence to make this a part of me, rather than something to hide me.

(Ugh. One of the comments on my old Myspace pictures is from my exbf. I was trying so hard to forget his mean Canadian existence.)

Anyway, my long hair!



Yeah. That's the same heart as in the last picture. My boyfriend was having fun with window markers back in June 2008. Above the heart is I ♥ SG, and on my window there's BZ+SG in a heart with a little 'aw!', plus an evil hamster.

Just noticed I have the same cell phone too. I think it's time for an upgrade.

Goal Number 38: Not Criticize My Body - Completed!

Did you know that your weight is as programmed in your genetic makeup as your height is? No, really. Look around to your family, your mother and your sisters and your cousins. Maybe there's one really lucky one who's tall and slender (my sister is). But really, look at their body types. Don't you look pretty similar?

I've known for my whole life that I resemble my mother, my grandmother, my great-grandmother, and my great-great-grandmother. There's a picture in the basement of the five of us taken when I was only a baby. Obviously, my resemblance isn't apparent, but theirs is. And we all have the same body type. Good enough, but we have the bulge around the hips/stomach area.

I was reading an article today in my English textbook. It was really interesting. It talked about how exercise and how it doesn't always help with weight loss. However, it still has it's benefits. Those who completed the study of a good diet and exercise not always lost weight; those who didn't lose any still lowered their cholesterol and blood pressure.

I mean, think about it. I know that I've been on diets before, and they've worked (Prom Dress Disaster Diet of 2009 was the most "successful"), at least for the time being. But after I stopped dieting, the weight came right on back, and the fat seemed to have brought it's friends. According to the article, dieting causes your body to think it's starving, and when you stop dieting, your body stores more fat than it would normally.

So today, I was able to look in the mirror at my hips and what I affectionately call my 'Buddha belly', and think that it wasn't my fault. Sure, my eating habits could improve and I'm not going to stop exercising, but I'm happy not to criticize myself for something that isn't my fault.