Resolution #8

A few weeks ago (ok, this is probably 4 times a week), I walked into the bathroom at work and was SHoCkeD at what I saw in the mirror. My face, my hair, my outfit... What have I come to!? Oh, I know, I've always been like this but there's something so wrong about looking like this at work. News flash Morgan, it's no longer socially acceptable to roll out of bed, wear leggings everywhere, tie knots in your soaking wet hair and have mascara smudged under your eyes five days after you attempted to not look ugly by putting some on.

Pull yourself together!!

And this picture is way too funny not to show... Oh, you find it gross and weird and not funny? That's the difference between you and me then.

Thanks for listening.

In the Name of Beautiful Hair

 If you know me at all, it's no secret. I have a sickness. It's worse than my obsession with the spice girls, worse than my night time binge eating habit, worse than the cosmetic appeal of my feet, worse than my insane overbite, even worse than my worst anxiety attack...I twirl and twirl and twirl my hair into tiny knots until I ultimately have to rip them out of my head. 

I can't tell you how disgusting it is and how awful it is to know that I'm single-handedly giving myself bald spots. I've had the problem since early high school, I'd say. Throughout college, my friends could spot me on the hockey field, at a party or in the cafeteria from a mile away because my elbow is almost always raised high above my head as I twirl my hair. I could go on forever and no, it's not like that self-mutilation disease where I like the pain or enjoy ripping out my hair, it's a habit that has gotten completely out of control. 

People assume I'm stressed when I do it but I'm not. It's a calming sensation when I'm angry, stressed, tired, awake, happy, excited...anything. If one of my hands is free--it's all over. 

My shoulder hurt. My neck hurts. My poor, poor naturally beautiful hair is an absolute mess. I don't WANT to rip out chunks of my hair but in the attempt to "untie" it...90% of the time, I have to cut or rip out at LEAST a tiny bit (and sometimes, giant chunks). I'm lucky I have a TON of hair but this has to stop. 

I've tried "weening" myself off of the knot-tying and it's getting a bit better...but I'm not there yet. TODAY is the DAY. 

I'll let you know how long I last. For now, enjoy the close-up. Ughhh.

Ring in the New Year right....Right?

Knock Knock.

[Who's There?]

Orange. 

[Orange Who?]

Orange You Glad This Isn't a Picture of Chipotle?

I know. I lied when I said I'd be back soon to talk about new year's resolutions. I'm sorry. For what it's worth, I'm just as upset because I failed one of them-- "Blog More."

I haven't uploaded any pictures from the last month so what you see up there is the view I dream about every.single.night. 

But that was then. This is Now. I've had about four weeks to reconsider all of those things I once thought to be important for 2012 and am now ready to set some better ones. Without further ado, here are my resolutions--beginning Feb. 1st.

1. Blog at least twice a week. This would be big people. Wahoo!

2. Stop Tying Knots in My Hair. Post to come, graphic photos included.

3. Be a Wife. I haven't really taken this on like most other people do. It's complicated. Post to come.

4. Act My Age. I vow to stay up until at least 10PM every night and go out and do something social that a normal 25-year-old would at least once a week.  Post to come on my success thus far.
5. Worry Less. I wish I could quantify this but I know I can't. One thing I will say is that my anxiety is one thousand percent out of control. Post to come.
6. Be an Athlete. Get into a Yoga routine. Run the Cherry Blossom 10 Miler in under 1:25. Run the Tough Mudder and Live to Tell About It. Run at least One Half Marathon in less than 1:55. Run a Marathon...period.
7. Say Yes. I need to say yes to at least one thing a week that I want to say no to. I say no a lot, mostly out of worry.
8. Stop Looking Like Complete Crap. Post to come, graphic photos included.

There you have them. I feel pretty good about these.

What were your resolutions?