pretty dang shallow.

We had a really good weekend. It was the kind that started out with ZERO PLANS going into it (my favorite) and yet ended up being both productive, relaxing, and fun-- the trifecta of awesomeness, no? For starters, we hung out with actual real live friends on Friday night. WHAT?!? You have friends that exist outside of a screen? I know, it surprised me too, but it happened!! Impromptu dinner plans! Kitchen ice skating with a kid! I mean, serious good times.

Although I'm sure we did some non-shallow stuff this weekend, I'll be honest: all the stuff worth talking about is pretty shallow.

1. Killing it at the gym.

2. Shopping.

I know, it's kind of first-world-icky, but there it is. 

We've been doing GREAT at getting back in the swing of healthy living. I'm not calling it a 'New Year's Resolution'...it's more like a get back to the life you were living before failed adoption wrecked you for a couple months. We joined a new gym a few weeks ago and are LOVING it. There are tons of group classes-- but better than that, I have friends that actually GO to these classes and they make plans with me to be there...which means I don't punk out at the last minute because I'm tired or my toe hurts or whatever. Plus this new gym (waaay fancier and huger than my last gym) has loads of super cool machines, 90% of which I don't even know how to operate, but it doesn't stop me from trying! Anyway. Matt and I have been great at going almost every day and I'm sore like 100% of the time, so I guess we're doing good. As a result, most of the pictures on my phone from the last week look something like this:

Please ignore 1) the fact that I've already shared these pictures on Instagram, thus breaking my own cardinal rule of not sharing the same picture on multiple social media outlets, and 2) the fact that in order to get these shots, I was obviously TAKING SELFIES WHILE WORKING OUT and am therefore probably the lamest person you've ever met and the laughingstock of my new gym. 

For bonus points, please try your hand at diagramming my massively run-on previous sentence. May the force be with you.

At any rate, working out is once again fun and novel, which means I'm more likely to stick with it, right? It's at least gotta be better than laying on the couch for another hour of watching Bachelor specials and playing Mahjong, so I call it a win.

So we spent a good chunk of time playing at the gym this weekend. We also spent some time burning through the rest of my Christmas money (I know, you're surprised there's any left. ME TOO!!!). Public Service Announcement: there are some GREAT sales at Old Navy and Gap right now! I got some fun new duds (and shoes. And makeup...SHOCKER!!!!) and really considered having a fashion show for yall. Then I decided not to. But then I got to work this morning and the internet was broken (so I couldn't blog or read blogs), so I really had no choice but to go have a mini fashion show (with a full-length mirror and phone camera) in the bathroom upstairs, so...you can at least see my new jeans.

I really wanted some distressed skinny jeans and Gap totally delivered. Yay!

In other fashion news, Zooey Deschanel was wearing the same lipstick I do (Tarte LipSurgence) last night for the Golden Globes...so basically, we are twins and soul mates. As though you had any doubts about that.

In final fashion news, in order to make room in the closet for the new arrivals, I went through and got rid of a TON of clothes and shoes this weekend. This was WAAAAY overdue, but...better late than never, right? I have serious clothes/shoes hoarding issues, I think. This is evidenced by the fact that I finally (finally. FINALLY.), after at least 12 (15?) years together, decided that I should get rid of my beloved high school Timberlands.

I know, I know- another Instagram re-share. Breaking ALL my own rules today!

Despite the fact that I haven't worn them in probably 10 years, I have never been able to convince myself to get rid of them. It's because I wanted them for soooooo long, for sooooo bad before I ever got them in high school. Seriously. These boots were the high school edition of today's infertility struggles. (HA!! Totally just kidding, but there are certain similarities. Everyone else had them....) So even though I don't want or wear them now (see, infertility metaphor stops here. I wouldn't just stop wanting my own kids.), I can't bear to toss (donate) them. And for the record, all of the events I 'might need them' for (rain, snow, hiking, camping) have definitely happened during the last 10 years and I haven't 'needed' them, so...I've really run out of excuses. So I added them to the bag of Shoes to Donate, but not before putting the picture on Instagram.

AND NOW EVERYBODY HAS ME DOUBTING MYSELF!!!! First of all, at least 30 (not really) people have similar memories of their Timberlands and/or burning desire for Timberlands. Some of you are still holding on to yours. And a FEW of you have indicated that they might be coming back in style? Which-- shut the front door-- if they freaking get trendy again right after I get rid of mine? And I have to go through Timberland Lust 2.0?? I just don't think I could handle that emotional trauma. 

In conclusion, I'm seriously considering pulling them out of the donation bag and hanging on to them for a few more years. Please feel free to offer compelling reasons that I should or should not do this because the whole situation is making me feel like the biggest hoarder on earth.