As per usual, I was late to the party. The tagging party, that is.
Emily over at Eating Chalk tagged me in one of those 11 things memes that’s circulating the internet/blog world. But since I’m late, and it’s not likely that anyone’s even interested in this anymore (and tagging someone this late would probably be a faux pas), I’m going to disobey all the rules.
I’ll start by NOT POSTING THE RULES!
My next move will be to not tag anyone else. Chances are, by this time, you’ve already been tagged. But if you want me to tag you, you just say the word, and I’ll edit this post SO FAST no one will be the wiser.
The only focus of this post will be 11 things about myself that I don’t like. Don’t worry, most of it is in jest. But some will be things I’d like to change about myself. No reason for a pity party, right? Let’s get constructive with this criticism.
1. I struggle with self-control, mostly around good foods/drinks.
You know how “splurges” are supposed to be brief? And not an all-day/all-night thing?
Because I haven’t really recognized that concept yet.
2. I have a tendency to fall down a lot, and I bruise like a peach.
I ooze class from every pore.
3. Due to an overly competitive side (and lousy hand-eye coordination), I tend to hate “fun” things like bowling, mini-golf, Jenga, or board games. I’m the worst party guest of all.
4. I live hundreds of miles from the people I love most. I hate that a lot.
5. I make people (namely, Ryan) take pictures of all the ridiculous things I do. Case in point: wisdom teeth removal.
6. I cry over EVERYTHING.
You name it, I’ve cried at it. Flash mobs. Hearing James Taylor’s “Carolina in My Mind”. Seeing dogs get extremely happy when their owners come back. Little kids holding hands. This commercial:
7. I’m an ugly crier.
I just watched that commercial. And then I photographed my reaction. It’s not gonna be pretty (avert your eyes if you’re sensitive).
(This is ACTUAL me ACTUALLY crying. Yeesh.)
8. I let the scale determine my mood.
That’s a tough one to admit, but, alas, it’s true. Yes, I’ve lost about 40 lbs. Yes, I’m healthier than I’ve ever been. But when I step on that scale and it’s not the number I want to see, I get down on myself. It can potentially be a day- or week-ruiner.
That happened earlier today. I’m trying really hard to not let it ruin my upbeat mood.
9. I have developed quite the sweet tooth.
I blame graduation from college. And maybe a little living with my boyfriend, who fully supported my candy-addiction. It’s the kind of characteristic you hate to love about him…. Mmmm. Candy. I try to replicate the feeling with fruits. Sometimes it works. Others…. not so much.
10. My feet are HUGE!
Size 13 in female shoes, when they make them that big. This is really only an issue when attempting to buy fancy shoes, most of the time I can make due with men’s sneakers and flip flops. Do they have a store for cross-dressing men that’s also semi-casual? And mostly flats?
11. I can live in a certain amount of squalor.
And that’s really my current problem. Time to clean house, folks.
(BONUS 12. I only thought of Miley Cyrus when I wrote this title.)
Don’t hate me.