If theres one thing I ate, it’s taking those big-ass vitamins [[pernounced vit-a-min; not vite-a-min]] daily.
But if there’s so something else I hate, it’s being paranoid and thinking I’m vitamin deficient. which I really think I am.. it will be a year in a few months, and my hair hasn’t grown at all, and I don’t drink milk so I lack calcium, and I’m pretty sure I have an iron deficiency [[because of the red hair and blacking out and what not]]
Thus, I’ve decided, to take vitamins daily. Three a day. They aren’t like the huge horsepills, which I would not take anyways, but I just gotta remember to take them.
And see a change. Which I’m pretty sure I won’t see. I think it’s more of a stop-taking-the-pills-and-feel-look-think-like-crap-and-notice-that-they-were-working-all-along kinda thing, which of course is just silly. But thats life.
To keep with the path of my healthier diet I’m going to try and minimize my exposure to dairy.
I am lactose intolerant and frankly I feel like shit all the time.
I’ve cut it out of my diet before, and low and behold, I felt great. SO I went ahead and purchased some vanilla almond milk [[ because I have enough estrogen to make a football team pms and I don’t need more from the yucky tasting soy milk]]
It doesn’t taste that great. Well in my coffee. It’s okay. But I miss half-in-half and I miss my hazelnut creamer. They were so very delish.
I’ve been scoping out my clothing choices as a recent and I realized I dress like a 17 year old, or a lesbian. [[not that I have anything against lesbians except looking like them]]
Now my 15 year old sister steals my clothes all the time and maybe it’s the giant head of gorgeous flowing hair or the thin fit body of hers but I’m pretty sure it’s her fashion sense that makes her look a-maze-ing always.
I’ve gleamed two things from this, one, my clothing suits a 15 year old, and two I have some awesome pieces in my closet.
I also have a ton of stupid lame clothes that I need to get rid of but I’m addicted to wearing so that’s not going to happen.
It’s pintrests fault really, they have all these super cute outfits and I just end up feeling guilty. I wear jeans [[ baggy, skinny, nothing flattering]] and a tee-shirt [[ sometimes an old baby-doll shirt that looks like it’s from hollister]] and chucks or vans and a jacket. Period. thats my wardrobe. I. am. disappointed. with. myself.
Once upon a time, I wanted to be a fashion designer, it makes me laugh now, ME!? a fashion designer? Hahahahahhahaha. I have as much fashion sense as a cow. Which sometimes I resemble in the mirror.