Missing Italy today! Above is a picture from my Grandpa’s cousin’s agroturismo Santa Cinnera in Soveria Simeri, Calabria where we spent 10 glorious days! It’s Heaven on Earth!
This is my first foray into blogging, so please bear with me as I attempt to find my comfort zone in the blogosphere.
I wanted to name this blog something inspirational, like “My Quest for Self-Acceptance” or “Learning to Love the Real Me” but anyone who knows me at all knows that I am very sarcastic and hate overly-positive gibberish. It’s like the one eCard (I’m obsessed with eCards…which will become apparent very soon, I’m sure) that says “We all know you’re just one ‘I love my life’ Facebook status from having a mental breakdown.” No bsing here, just truth!
I’m not here to write about how I’ve experienced some incredible come-to-Jesus moment about life, or how I know everything there is to know about my own gender and our eccentricities. I’m here to hopefully provide some levity and support about surviving as a woman in America. What’s so hard about being a woman in America? Well, truly and honestly in my case, nothing. I know I’m very blessed to have such love, health, and comfort in my life, and that not everyone is as fortunate. I am very grateful for all that God has given me. But again, this is not a serious blog–this is a funny, light blog. So I apologize if you find that my complaints are frivolous. I suggest you find a different blog!
The struggles that I will be discussing are issues that I believe many of my friends and family members and other women out there experience everyday. They are faults within ourselves that we wish we could overcome but we just can’t. What am I talking about? Well here are some faults that I can’t seem to get over.
– overly critical of others
– overly critical of myself (ESPECIALLY of my body)
– always hungry and obsessed with cooking (not a good combo)
– addicted to TV
– …I could go on forever!
I hope I’m not alone in all of these, but maybe I am. Maybe you are awesome and don’t struggle with any of these things. If so, go to the gym or the soup kitchen or another great place where you will never find me (because I’m at home…on the couch…watching TV).
This blog is a way for me to say that I am trying, and I think that many women are trying too and we all need some support! What am I trying? Time for another list.
I am trying to:
– be more patient
– love the 15 (or 20) pounds that I’ve gained since meeting the man of my dreams and became truly happy
– watch less TV and read more books
– show my love for people more often
– accept the fact that diets do not work for me and that’s okay
– be the best wife/daughter/sister/friend that I can be
– stop letting others make me feel guilty about my imperfections
– create more
– …again, I could go on forever!
I must admit that even though it is shallow, this blog will deal with weight/body image frequently because it is something that occupies my brain more than many truly important things. It seems to be the only thing that I talk about with my female friends and family. Why?! We say the same damn things over and over again but does anything every really change?
So let’s see where this goes. When it all comes down to it I’m just the same girl you’ve always known. I’m probably very similar to the girl that lives in your head telling you that you’re fat but that you should also buy three boxes of PopTarts next time you go to the store.
What do you struggle with? What are you trying to do? How many hours a day do you spend on Pinterest pinning exercises that you will never do and smoothie recipes that you will never make (because dammit, toasting waffles requires so much less cleanup and tastes so much better!)?
Thanks for reading,