Monday, February 15

Short Video Links


(short video - promo for a video game, but very cool)

(Jess shared this on facebook and I laughed really hard)

Sunday, February 14

Sunday Confessions 2-14-16

The United States of Becky

Saturday, February 6

Sunday Confessions 2-7-16

The United States of Becky

I confess: I just started watching Supernatural tonight (which will be yesterday when you read this).
This was pretty much my face through the entire first episode:

cat reaction omg shocked shock
ok, this gif is hypnotizing

I confess: My cat is spoiled because I let her be. As in, when she's being a pest because she wants me to sit on the couch and let her sleep on my lap while I'm trying to work at the table, I almost always end up caving and moving to the couch so she gets her way.

I confess: I haven't been exercising. I was doing fairly well, and then I got sick and lazy and pooped out and I have no one to blame but myself.

On a more serious/personal note:

eating cartoon

I confess: Sometimes I think about joining Overeaters Anonymous, or at least going to a meeting to check it out. I know basically all addiction anonymous things work based off the original AA formula, and I am fully aware of the fact that Step 1 is, to summarize into its simplest form, Admitting You Have a Problem and more importantly, Admitting You Can't Handle it Yourself.
I really do NOT want to admit the fact that I have a problem with food - even though I know I do. Does that make sense? 
I will probably write about this more in the future, about the exact nature of my struggles with eating, because as anyone who as ever struggled with their weight, their figure, gaining, losing, trying to tone up, slim down, whatever - it is never as straightforward as popular culture would like us to believe. 
So that's my deep confession.

Wednesday, February 3

Weekend Snapshots 5

A weekly link-up hosted by Reinventing Jess and 3twentysix

If I'm not actually working, but just goofing off, I will sit on the couch with my laptop.
I made the mistake of going out of my way to make her comfy one day, putting my
sweatshirt there to make a pillow.
Now she thinks this is her new bed, and she expects the pillow to be there and 
gets annoyed if I don't let her on my lap for some reason.

I am on Shawn's sleep schedule, for the most part. That means bed between 2-3 and
wake up between 10-11. My (now every two weeks) standing therapy appointment
is at 8:30 AM. Those days are hard. On the left: coffee while the car heats up and Shawn
scrapes the ice. On the right, my gorgeous untouched selfie of what I look like when I woke up 
twenty minutes prior and the sun isn't really up yet and it's a grey sucky day. And yes,
that is actually the natural shape of my mouth. 
#no filters #no re-touch

At the clinic, icicles outside the clinic. It's hard to tell, but they went from
the roof to the ground. And also, I was completely alone in the waiting room and 
this couple came and out of the various rows of chairs, they sat in the same row
as me with only one chair between us, the one my purse was sitting on.
I was annoyed and my anxiety was pinging in high gear and my leg was bouncing a mile 
a minute and I started chewing on my jacket and the lady kept shooting annoyed looks 
at me for jiggling my leg and I was thinking "Bitch, I can't help it. I was fine 
until you sat down in my bubble."

And the weather was pretty much a suck-fest all weekend. Grey, rainy, dreary.
Icy cold rain and slick roads and everything is wet and cold and ugh.
These two pics were taken on two different days. 

So yeah, a pretty uneventful weekend, all in all. Very basic with lots of greys, apparently. But I had a lot of fun with the cat, at least. Just didn't get good pics of that.