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Growing Up

There comes a time in every young blogger’s life where they reach a point of outgrowing their original blog. 

This Portrait of an Evolving INTJ blog is ending. I feel that it’s time. 

These 845 posts have reminded me for my love of writing and has guided me through my relationship and career journeys. 

But because of how honest I was in some of my earlier posts about my job and things like Scott that don’t matter now, I am growing my blog, too. 

My new blog will focus on my life as it is now: a full-time creative writer, who’s engaged and has a family. 

It will likely be as honest (some things can’t be helped), but at least it will start from a point in adulthood that’s different than this blog. 

I appreciate that all of you have been with me on this journey and hope that you follow my new blog and we can keep in touch that way. 

You can find it here.

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Russell’s idea of a romantic evening at home. ;-)

Russell’s idea of a romantic evening at home. ;-)

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Sleepy baby

Sleepy baby

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Sometimes When You’re Bad, You’re Just Bad

Last night I couldn’t sleep, so I instead watched Undercover Boss on Netflix. I hadn’t really seen the show in years and watched the Episodes on Checker’s, Rally’s and Popeye’s Chicken.

This made me SOOOO want fast food, that after much debate, I drove myself to the McDonald’s across the street and ordered a Quarter Pounder with Cheese (14 PPV), a small fry (6 PPV), a Orange Hi-C (3PPV) and, if that wasn’t absurd enough, a 4 piece chicken nugget (6 PPV). 

The whole evening cost me 29 PPV!!!! That’s more than a day in points for some people.

The bad news is that this sort of negated how active I was this weekend (I had earned 19 APs). 

The good news is that I only used APs and did not need to use any WPs, and I tracked this event in the first place.

I also think it opened my eyes about my true feelings about veganism. We’ve been eating mostly vegan meals now and maybe this is my subconscious fighting back. 

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On Kindles and other Outdated Devices

When I got my Kindle in 2009, I was ecstatic. I was always hoarding books, so I thought that having the Kindle would solve that. I got rid of a ton of books and just loved my Kindle. It sort of went online, but not really in any usable way. It still has that basic black text on a plain background.

When I first used it, I wouldn’t take it near the water for fear of damaging it. So I still ended up having a few paper books around.

Fast forward to 2013, I just charged my Kindle for the first time this year. Although I still do read eBooks, I tend to read them on the Kindle app on my iPad or iPhone. Carrying the Kindle on top of all of my other devices seems cumbersome and just plainly too much to do on a regular basis.

I want to read through all the books I’ve bought through Amazon, even at the beach, so I decided that I’d rather risk the Kindle than the much more expensive iPad. 

It’s funny how things change. 

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Photographic Evidence

A few days ago I was sent photographs from the night of my speech at the Barnes and Noble. The pictures were from May and I wasn’t posing for them. They were just candidly of me speaking.

It was kind of a wake-up call for me.

I felt really good about my weight loss in May. I even wore a sleeveless top (sort of) to the event, with a sassy flower pin in my hair. I was confident that I had somehow looked different from losing 40 pounds.

While I probably did look different from losing that weight, I still have a lot of work to go. It’s easy to forget this sometimes and it’s important that I remember it.

Although I cannot promise that I’ll be better about it, I am committing to tracking everything. Even if it’s ugly. It’s the only way that I’ll know how ugly it really is. 

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Bird in flooded parking lot

Bird in flooded parking lot

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Missing in Action

 
I wish I could say something clever as to why I haven’t posted in longer than I like. Although I’ve still felt like trolling the site to see what’s going on in the lives of others, I just couldn’t make myself post about what was going on. 
 
I was having an incredibly OP week, complete with my evening runs and everything. Last week (as in 10 days ago, not 2 days ago) I worked in the office every single day and was seeing results on the scale. 
 
Thursday I drove the 4 hours to St. Augustine to go to a conference. It was a writers conference. I went solo in the afternoon, checked into my hotel and was so bored that I decided to be active by walking around the mall for a few hours. Though I did end up making some purchases while I was there, I really made it a point to just get active. I did end up eating delicious mall court sesame chicken, but I got it with white rice instead of the higher PPV lo mien and didn’t get any fried sides. 
 
I woke up extra early (6AM) and ate two eggs at the continental breakfast at the hotel. I went to the conference where everyone seemed to have already been matched up with their new conference buddies. I felt really alone. 
 
The whole time we had to make a decision if we should go to this panel or to that panel. Overall, I think I pretty consistently made the wrong decision. 
 
The first panelist read from a paper that she claimed we would get a digital copy of if we paid her 99 cents. The second speaker was good, except that since I underestimate how much I actually do know about business, I knew everything that she said. I could have probably taught the class. 
 
The lunch was after that. They served us, so there wasn’t any options. We were served 5 pieces of lettuce (no joke) with exactly one cherry tomato cut in half for our salad. Then waiters came around with grits with 3 pieces of medium shrimp and six pieces of asparagus each on the plate. So hungry, I took a bite of the shrimp without realizing it was the spiciest thing I’ve ever eaten in my life. I spit it out. 
 
The next session a woman tried to literally sit on me and the last session had technically difficulties so I left after 25 minutes. 
 
I didn’t know that there was an additional day of conference activities the following day. No one informed the participants. I was torn between staying (I was already there) or going (I had made plans the following day). 
 
I decided to go to a restaurant that I love in St. Augustine. Only, the traffic was so very horrible. I ended up eating an entire whopper from Burger King in the car while I felt sorry for myself and lonely. Looking back on it now, I think I was just super hungry, annoyed and lonely. It felt justified in that moment. 
 
I tried to make my way home, only the 4 hour drive turned into an over 7 hour drive. There was so much rain, accidents and traffic that it was horrible. 
 
I wanted a orange coolata from dunkin donuts for several months. I decided to get one since I needed to pull over to use the restroom anyway. Only, I couldn’t find one, so I pulled over to an outside rest stop and went. 
 
A few hours later in the car (again, traffic) I finally found a sign that said there was one off the exit. Only there wasn’t. 
 
After I finally found one (who knows how much time I wasted trying to find this place), I went to get out of the car and noticed that my office security card and key were missing. They had broken away from their key ring and were lost somewhere in my travels. Not only would I not be able to get into my office on Saturday to do and turn in the assignments that were due on Saturday, but I’d have to pay $400 to get my office rekeyed and the security passes again. I was so pissed off. I ate 14 PPV worth of donuts. 
 
When I got home, I went to sleep. I woke up and sort of ate my way through the morning. Around noon I found myself at Chik-fil-a with a large container of waffle fries (14 PPV). Right then and there I whipped out my smart phone and tracked EVERYTHING. I discovered that Friday (the day of doughnuts and Whoppers) didn’t actually break the bank. Sure, it used almost every one of my WPs. But, it wasn’t the day that ruined my OP week/streak. It was Saturday’s self-indulgent eating that did.
 
This is an important realization for me that I think bears further examination. The one not OP day didn’t ruin my week. It took two. I could have tracked my PPV as I ate them and then stopped. This is of course very basic, but sometimes you need to hear it.  
 
On Sunday, I went to the zoo and worked my shift before heading home and eating Chinese food. I was too tired to care about anything else. My throat hurt badly and I felt ill. I slept 17 hours and woke up even sicker. Monday turned out to be one of the least productive days of my life.