First and foremost, my college roomie, best friend, and pretty much the coolest girl I know is ENGAGED. Her guy proposed last Sunday and I am tooooooo excited to even put into words how excited I am. Tiff is the kind of person that everyone wants for a friend, so we all think that her fiancé is a mighty lucky fella to snag such a great gal. They are an adorable couple and there’s gonna be a wedding, folks!!
Americans are sleeping more and working less according to some survey that was featured in the Wall Street Journal. Kevin reads the WSJ daily; I just pick out the interesting articles, like the ones that talk about how much television Americans watched in 2013 versus 2003 (clue: more). And the articles about 3D printers becoming mainstream. Which reminded me of the Big Bang Theory episode when Howard and Raj buy a 3D printer to make action figures of themselves. I’ve seen that episode about five times (why do they air the same ones over and over?). Which proves that I’m a typical American who watches a lot of television.
In other news, I had a frightening experience last week when I nearly choked myself to death. I was making my way through my everyday vitamin routine when suddenly things turned completely not everyday. I popped a couple of pills, took a drink of water to wash them down, and the water went down wrong. All of a sudden, I was sputtering and coughing, and in that chaos, the pills must have moved upward and were lodged in my throat. I couldn’t breathe. All I could do was gasp and feel my chest closing up as I made a horrid, asthmatic wheezing sound. I looked at myself in the mirror – eyes bugged out, face beet red – and thought, “I am going to die.” And then I thought about how ‘choked on probiotics’ is an utterly ridiculous cause of death. The cats were freaked out- Kiki sprinted down the stairs in a panic and Flo jumped up on the counter, meowing loudly, twitching her tail, and rubbing against me. I managed to force myself to stay calm, breathe through the nose, and take a sip of water, very slowly. The pills dislodged themselves from my esophagus (or whatever the correct anatomy term would be) as I continued to sip water and my breathing gradually became less ragged. Kevin, who had been in a different part of the house, walked into the room. He had heard Kiki rushing around like a wildcat and was calling out reassurances to her. He looked at me, and I said, “I choked.”
Poor guy is stuck with the likes of me…. I tell him that I’m preparing him for kids someday, what with choking spells and that time I carelessly set a cotton ball soaked in nail polish remover on the coffee table (result: it took off the enamel).
My workout routine recently has been very pinteresting. I’ve taken to pulling little 10-15 minute workouts off Pinterest and trying them out each morning. It’s quick – varied – and feels effective. I am stuck on the 2 mile mark on my jogs. This is probably because I jog approximately once every three weeks. Apparently it’s hard to add distance when you lack consistency…. But by golly I’m proud of those two miles every time I manage them.
I’m back on the My Fitness Pal bandwagon. Documenting my food choices somehow makes me feel more justified and defiant about said food choices. It’s like, “Yeah – I ate a cheeseburger and fries today. On purpose. And I’d do it again.”
There are a couple of fashions that interest me…but I’m not sure that I can pull them off. Or that I’m brave enough to even try. They are: rompers and crop tops. Will you still be my friend if I dared either look?
Are you interested in any daring fashions at this time? Any Pinterest-type workouts I should try? And please tell me I’m not the only one who has choked on water and vitamins.