Over Half Way There

So it’s been over 2 weeks! I haven’t drank since the 25th of May and we’re holding strong. I’m honestly as surprised as you are readers, particularly with how stressful things have been over the last few weeks and I love unwinding from a long day with a nice, big, cold glass of white wine.

(Don’t worry my dear, Chateau St. Michelle, I’ll be back for you soon)


The whole point of this was to see what health benefits/changes that I would see and here is the list so far.

  1. Sleeping way better! I’m having much more consistent sleep and I feel like I’m sleeping for longer now. I absolutely love it since I notoriously wake up in the middle of the night and that hasn’t been happening, making it easier to wake up in the morning (which is 5/5:30 for me).
  2. I haven’t fucked up my diet! Usually when I have a little too much wine, I tend to forget about my new health goals and then I’ve suddenly eaten a bunch of garbage and everything has just gone to hell.
  3. Better skin. An unexpected result that I’ve seen is that it seems like my skin is much better! Who would have guessed? (probably many of you, but i digress).

I’m feeling pretty good about all of this so far and I’ll be curious to see if more benefits show up, but with the 25th looming (SEATTLE PRIDE!!!!), I seem to be having more moments of weakness rather than strength.

If I can’t go a whole month, what does that mean about me?


Turning Myself into a Lab Rat

Yes, I have been lazy about posting again, but bright side, I’ve been balancing the rest of my life very well!

Except for one area. I’ve been going a little crazy with the drinks lately.

Don’t get confused, I’m in no way dependent, but when I have partaken in some silly juice, it’s a lot of fucking silly juice. I honestly like the feeling of being intoxicated. You just don’t give a fuck and that can be really nice sometimes.


But what is this doing to my body? Specifically, my weight? We all know that alcohol has hidden sugars and calories that we don’t think about for one reason or another, so sitting down and drinking a bottle of wine with friends without thinking can add up pretty quick when you think about it.

So I’ve decided to run a little experiment.

What type of physical changes will I see if I don’t drink any alcohol for the month of June?

I don’t drink very often during the week, but I do go ham on the weekends and holy shit does that ruin my diet. Will I lose more weight? Will I see changes in my skin? More so, will I see changes in my weekend habits? I definitely plan on keeping updates on how things change and while I probably won’t have a drink tomorrow, I will only be considering changes that occur during the month of June.

I don’t have one specific reason to be doing this besides morbid curiosity. I know that I can go a month without drinking, but I’m genuinely curious about what it will mean for my health. For all I know, this could be something completely mind blowing and I’ll rarely drink ever again! OR! It could show nothing changing and I go back to my regular life.

I guess only time will tell.

Hiking Up to Poo-Poo Point

So as I stated earlier this week, I wanted to challenge myself this weekend and make my outdoor adventure something big. Since my husband also had the day off (we rarely have one off together), we decided to wake up early and go out to Tiger Mountain in Issaquah, Washington.

Even though I was born and raised in Seattle, I have never gone out to Tiger Mountain, let alone hiked any of the trails out there. As a thick girl, hiking uphill, which most of Poo-Poo Point trail is, was definitely an adventure and I think that I went through every feeling on the way up.

Now I have no idea where Poo-Poo Point got its name from and I don’t really feel like doing research right now, but my husband looked up some information and it is rumored that it has something to do with the logs in the water when there was logging on the mountain (I’ll let you use your imagination). I definitely felt like I needed to take a picture of the sign just to prove that I’m not making up the name.

By the halfway point (shown on the map above), I definitely was not feeling super happy. Hauling 250 pounds up a mountain is not easy! I made myself a promise before we started that I wouldn’t give up, I want to change my lifestyle and my attitude towards life and part of doing that is not giving up just because something is hard for me. With all of that being said, selfies were not part of the photo series at this point.

Now one thing about not having done this trail before is that I also didn’t know what the end point looked like. I was not disappointed. 20170415_113324

It was one of the most beautiful thing that I have ever seen in my life. When you officially reach the top of the trail, initially all you see if a bench, trash can, and a bathroom. After following the sound of voices over a small hill, we were met with the above view and people sitting eating and talking on the side of the hill. It really did feel like we were sitting on the top of the world. Seeing everything below and being able to see how far we had really come was completely overwhelming for me.

I in general have a very self deprecating attitude towards myself that I try to hide fairly well from others. I never in a hundred years thought that I would be able to hike that far, let alone that high up, and be so happy in the end. Not only did I find my love for nature again, but I also found a new level of confidence in my ability to complete challenges that I set for myself.

With the trail being fairly popular, I found inspiration in very strange places, but one specifically being a young woman hiking the trail with he baby strapped to her. HOLY CRAP! As a woman entering my late 20s and contemplating children in the future, I can only hope that I am that badass.

Also, there was a little frenchie puppy that wiggled its little ass all the way up and it was both amazingly adorable and encouraging. If a powerful little puppy could do it, so could I!

With all of this being said, hiking will definitely become another large part of my life, whether I go alone or with others.