So it looks like "once a week" really means once a month. And I'm only blogging right now to convey my frustration at weight loss. Or lack thereof. I have been trying to lose weight over the summer. My goal was 30 pounds, meaning 10 each month. I made a few steps. I tried to eat healthier (not easy when i'm not the one who buys the food in the house, and when you live on a crappy budget) and gave up drinking soda, nearly completely (I'll admit to cheating more than a few times). I figured at the very least, I'd lose 10 or stay where I was at. 


I managed to GAIN weight. Only about 10 pounds over the summer, but I'm confused none the less. It seems like nothing I do can fix it. Don't get me wrong, I'm comfortable in my skin, and I accept that's how much I weigh--RIGHT NOW. I'd like to lose some weight and be able to say I can ft in size 7 jeans again. That's the ultimate goal. I'm not fond of pants being too tight after only having them two months or so. 


Anyway, on to less depressing stuff. I managed to get out of Las Vegas for a week, which really helped improve my mood. Home hasn't been so great right now and I really needed to go somewhere peaceful and get away from everything. I went to visit a good friend in Utah. And let me tell you. That is one of the most beautiful places I've ever been. (Which is either a really high compliment to Utah, or shows just how much I HAVEN'T travelled in my life.) The high altitude was good for more than just one thing too. My asthma calmed down and I was able to do more. 


It felt so good to get out of Nevada to somewhere I can see and experience the woods. 


That seems to be all for now. 
-xo