Thoughts on being in your 30's

"Dealing with the male race" Today is one of those days that I wish I stayed in bed. Well to be honest that actually started yesterday. Let me be very honest with you, I LOVE MY JOB, but what I don't love is the male ego. I am by no means a feminist but these two days made me want to smack a man on the side of the head. I've heard the saying, 'Common sense isn't a flower that grows in everyone's garden" but really why did we get a brain if not for using it even in a small capacity. The work I do is a male and female dominant job but I work in a sector that is 95% male dominated. For some reason that means I, as a woman, can not give any advice or make any contribution to how something here should work. Well, BULLSHIT. I believe anyone can make a contribution to make something better, or at least be given an opportunity to try. So yesterday I raised my opinion and I didn't take no for an answer, do you know I good that felt. I...

THE UGLY "D" WORD So for the past few months (8 months to be exact) I have been trying to live more healthy. I have chosen not to use the word diet because the moment my brain hears diet it starts to immediately crave every carb and sugar known to human kind. The first three months was difficult and you couldn't get me to exercise even if you paid me. I would eat right but not lift a finger or move a muscle. Then one Sunday night I got inspired and decided I would go for a walk. Let me tell you this much all the wonderful fit people out there who tells you exercising is awesome and amazing once you start is complete and utter assholes. (sorry not sorry) My first two weeks of exercise was torture. Every day I exercised I wanted to die. No I am not joking it was torture and I hated every moment of it but I decided I wanted to be healthier so I pressed on. Believe me it's still a daily struggle to live healthy and eat healthy. There are days that I refuse ...