Patience

I've never been a patient person. I am one of those people who get mad at the internet when it takes longer than 3 seconds to load, I honk at people when they wait more than 10 seconds after a light has been green, and I get mad at the microwave when it says :55 seconds remaining instead :10 for my Pop Secret light butter popcorn. When I think about how impatient I can beat times, I can only imagine how many years it's chopping off my life by creating unnecessary amounts of stress.

Take the recent chop off of my hair. Originally, I was going to transition out of my relaxed hair into the natural hair by just gradually trimming off the chemically treated ends. Well, I went to a stylist about 2 weeks back, paid 70 dollars to get the worst haircut of my life( not intentional by anyway I asked for a trim!), and ended up chopping it all of a week later. While I love the look now...what will probably happen later(when the awkward new gro starts to come back) is me with a quick weave of some sort.

In an effort to try an chill the hell off for my own sanity and that of those around me, I've decided to get back into a regular workout regimen. Eric is out of town until Friday, so that leaves me with 3 uninterrupted nights to get my ass into gear and back into a workout routine. I think I can do it easy, no problem. My friend V,from work, invited me over to use the machines at her super swank apartment tonight, so I have no excuse to skip out right?

Recently, I've been addicted to this woman's fitness blog. She went through the same weight issues I'm going through now, but managed to succeed at it all. I'm not entirely too sure if I can do it all on my own, but I'm sure as hell gonna try.

Hopefully, my lifelong tendency to get impatient at the worst times won't interfere with my long term success.I resuscribed to weight watchers, and I may even rejoing a gym. The shitstorm winter weather will be here soon and the last thing I'll want to do is go outside.

Wish me luck ya'll.