swimming in sugar

So, I always walk the dog twice a day. We do 1.5 miles in the morning and 1 mile at night. This is because I have the time to do that. Don't think for a second that I get up at the crack of dawn, walk, go to work, then come home and walk. Because that does not happen. I am not a motivated exercise person.

Anyway, I used to jog with the pup, but since she broke her leg we had to take it really slow once she could actually go on walks again. She got released to be normal over a week ago, but I've been going easy on her because I don't want to overdo it. Yeah right. Don't buy that for a second. I got lazy. But I delude myself into thinking I'm just being a really good mom. So today it was below broiling outside and I decided we'd run instead of walk. Funny story: it's so not easy to just start running again all the sudden. After a block I was pretty sure I was going to suck my lungs through my nose. Gotta start somewhere though, right?

This sudden motivation mostly comes from the fact that I'm going to Corpus Christi over the 4th with Tammy and her family. I'm going to have to wear a bathing suit. In public. In front of people who are not my family. Sucking in only does so much. So I will run until I die and do sit-ups until I want to kill someone. Let's see if it does any good.

On the bright side, I'm a total idiot and didn't bring a swimsuit. It's in a storage unit in Georgia along with all my other crap. Along with the life I was supposed to have when I thought wedding vows meant something. Sorry. I haven't been bitter in awhile. It builds up. Anyway, swimsuit shopping and I have a love/hate relationship. I love getting new things and swimsuits are way pretty. But I hate putting them on my body. Especially in those dressing rooms. I swear someone miserable invented those lights so everyone would feel as crappy as they do. It's just one of those "it looks better on the hanger" situations. So I get all excited only to get body slammed by reality. Ah, the joy of not being able to hide a damn thing about yourself.

So that's my most recent complaint. Give me a few seconds and I'll think of something else to bitch about.

My Spoonful tonight is just darling. It's the cutest little tank top ever! It's one with regular straps. I don't like the spaghetti strap ones. One, because I feel naked, and two, because I have to wear a bra. Nature didn't give me a choice on that one. I don't like the bra strap hanging out of your shirt look. Strapless bras don't really do it for me either. I wear spaghetti tanks under stuff, just not alone. I bought one of those bra clippies that you see on infomercials. I don't remember what it's called. "Bra Perfect" maybe? Anyway, the whole point is that it connects your straps in the back so your regular bra turns into this racer back thing. Must say, I love it!

So, this darling top comes from Devil May Wear. First of all, I love that name. It's adorable. It makes me smile. There is no second of all.

I love the simplicity of it. I like shiny fabrics, but not too much. This is just enough glitz and class in one shirt. I'm sure I can find some cute as hell earrings to go with it :)

Oh, and I have another fun cuss word combo: FTS. Compliments of Keirsten. She makes fantastic jewelry and freaking cracks me up. Check out her blog here and her Etsy shop here.

Have a good night all!

xoxo