7.12.2012

Lulu, you have taken over my life...

You ever had anything that you are just addicted to? and I mean this in a trendy way....not your complete and utter devoutness to that Cookout milkshake that will.never.die.kindofway


I can.NOT stop buying workout gear from Lululemon. It has become such a problem. I get giddy with excitement when I get the email stating that they have new gear out. The adorable sales girls know me by name at the store. I go to their website every morning (after checking work email of course, but before I start my blog reads). If I know a package is waiting for me at home, I am an outta control maniac on the road to get home (Dale Jr. would have nuthin' on me). Anyone else see a problem here?

The pros of this addiction? It makes me want to go work out immediately and not stop until I am sopping wet. I feel like I could run forever when I feel like I have a cute workout outfit on. They are also a super cool, quirky fun company. Check em out if you haven't a clue as to what I'm talking about.

The con? The prices. Lord have mercy, they are expensive.

But here's the deal...a tidbit of insight for those of you who haven't been clued in yet. They last for a very, very, very long time. How you ask? keep them out of the dryer. That's how. Easy, huh? Laying out dry-fit material or Luxtreme (as lulu calls it) material to air dry makes it last 5-7 years longer. Uh yea, you heard that right. years. Air drying also gives your work out gear a fresher smell than if you were to dry it in the dryer (heat keeps in the smell).

Anyhoo, back to my addiction. I guess there could be worse things to get excited about. While I def should probably by stock in this company, I know my limits. There's plenty of items that I just stare longingly at. Here are some of my fav items as of late!






ugh, if only money grew on trees. oh well. i assume this too shall pass;)





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7.03.2012

So Long, Insecurity

Every other Thursday night, 12 teenage girls pile into my house to attempt to rid themselves of this pain.in.the.everlovin'.butt insecurity issue. Let's face it...it is one of the biggest detriments to women,  beginning with teenage girls. The sucky part? It starts at such a young age (Mean Girls anyone??) and when you're young, you think those issues go away as an adult. Ohhh, if only. Can they change? Yes. Do they evolve? Absolutely. But they don't go away. There's still the Lindsey Lohan/Rachel McAdams wannabe mean girl out there. The guy who makes you question yourself. The parent who doesn't support or encourage. Whatever the reason is, insecurity exists in everyone, whether they are willing to admit it or not.

Let me just say, I feel completely inadequate to be helping lead this study. Not in the least bit worthy.

Why? Because this has been an obvious struggle for me since middle school.

Have I come a long ways? Absolutely. Am I where I need to be to lead this? Not.Even.Close.

But I'm here and I pray that I can be an encouragement and example to these young girls. The pressure is there though, let me tell you, to make sure that I'm continuing to work away at my insecurities. God forbid I be a hypocrite (side note...this is one of my biggest fears and biggest pet peeve with other Christians).

I've realized that while I still struggle with the everyday insecurities of a 29 year old, I've been where these girls are. We all have. I just hope that them hearing this at their age opens their eyes and ears to identify it in themselves and hopefully avoid this trap as much as possible.

If you're reading this, can you take a quick second to say a quick prayer for these girls as they go through this? I think it's pretty obvious that our society doesn't help with any girls self-image, especially a teenager, but we can make a difference one girl (including ourselves!) at a time, right?!


P.S. Kudos to Beth Moore for writing this book to address this issue! If you haven't already, even if you don't associate yourself with any religion, I would highly recommend this! It's relevant, practical, and funny!


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