Broke Down

Yesterday I was the most excited to go see my best friend, and that excitement never went away. About halfway to see her (2.5 hours away) my check engine light came on and my car was shifting funny. Some days I have a rough go with my manual when I’m not paying attention so I wasn’t super concerned. Then I just kept trucking along, until I could barely go 50 mph up a hill. 

Just to make sure I went to the Toyota dealership in town to make sure it was ok, nope. Never can something just be normal for me. Not only was it something crazy, but the original spark plugs were still in my Rav, my 99 Rav. The wires inside my first cylinder were messed up and they were not sparking, causing it to misfire and gas to leak into my engine. Thankfully the dealership I went to was super helpful and got me taken care of quickly. They would have been able to do it that day, but they had to get the wires delivered to them, although they got them first thing this morning. 

Even though it was super annoying to have to stay the night there because it was not planned, I loved getting to stay the night with my bestie. Today was her daughters 2nd birthday, and I loved getting to be there for that. Waking up to her wondering where her Aunt Nina was is the best. On top of that, Kels and I got to sit on the porch and drink beer, smoke, and talk all night. There is nothing better than that.

Thank goodness for a great best friend, and a dealership who was wonderful to a young girl who needed help.

The Boy

So I’ve been really working at this whole half marathon training, so far it hasn’t been to bad. The biggest downfall I’ve had is with the guy I’ve had a thing with for almost 6 years now…

We were talking and I was complaining that my running bra is to big for me now (I’ve lost almost 2 inches in my chest). He then got upset because he doesn’t want my boobs to get smaller. Then he proceeded to tell me that small boobs is a deal breaker for him… I just can’t stop thinking about it. 

I did all my measurements last night and have lost a lot of inches overall, and was super pumped, then somehow began to feel upset about it because of the boob comment. It’s really making me question everything about this with him. How am I to know what will happen as I continue to get in shape?

I’ve always been a bigger girl and have really been working to try and drop 50 pounds, if I do, these babies could get a lot smaller. Does this mean he is only with me for my boobs? Does he even like me for anything else? Questions, questions, questions….

Thinking for now I may just let it ride, but not let the chances of someone who actually likes me for more than my chest size be a possibility. Does this mean maybe I don’t really like him either?? Maybe everything we have been together is just sex, and maybe we should just keep it that way. 

Friday

I know my hair is crazy red/orange but there is something about it today that makes me feel boss as shit. I’m going to pop my imaginary collar and walk that way today.