food journal/workin it out

so for the past 10 days Ive been keeping a food and workout journal.
I'm not counting calories per say, just becoming more aware of what I'm eating.

i DID have a blog that listed everything i ate for all the days, but didn't want to bore you with it.
however, i do measure out my portions and eat directly out of measuring cups.
in the past 10 days i haven't had a soda or coffee, yay, go me!

last week i did:
3 hours of weights/lifts
20 miles of running (elliptical, treadmill, outdoor running combo).

in general, i try to run 5 miles a day; however, this week I'm bumping it up to 6 miles a day, or trying to at least.

i have an obsession with "Kraft Free Zesty Italian" salad dressing.
in case i haven't raved about it to you in person:
it is only 15 calories for 2 Tbs of salad dressing, which is plenty of dressing for such a little calorie intake. I'm obsessed with it.

spring break

was wild.
& exactly what i needed.
i love vegas, and sun shine, and warmth.
it was a nice little break from dreary old utah.

on a side note:
i graduate in a month and 4 days.
woo!

Feb

this month i have:
had a lot of stress breakdowns
applied for careers
applied for a plan B job for fun just in case
saw 2 dead bodies (1 suicide & 1 old guy from natural causes)
got a fantastic free playlist from biggest loser/subway
re-gave up soda
started workout out and eating health again
went to PC for a jazz party and got VIP
went bowling
went to dew tour and got an all access athlete pass (thanks dustin)
got sick with some type of devil cold
got approved for graduation april 22


here are some pictures from stuff i do in lab, its fingerprints developed with superglue fuming then basic yellow 40, a casing and plastic bag.




also, im obsessed with shakira right now, and her song "la tortura" and her dancing in it. go youtube it, its hot

eat.pray.love

"Moreover, I have boundary issues with men. Or maybe that's not fair to say. To have issues with boundaries, one must have boundaries in the first place, right? But I disappear into the person I love. I am the permeable membrane. If I love you, you can have everything. You can have my time, my devotion, my ass, my money, my family, my dog, my dog's money, my dog's time-everything. If I love you, I will carry you for all your pain, I will assume for you all your debts. I will protect you from your own insecurities, I will project upon you all sorts of good qualities that you have never actually cultivated in yourself and I will buy Christmas presents for your entire family. I will give you the sun and the rain, and if they are not available, I will give you a sun check and a rain check. I will give you all this and more, until I get so exhausted and depleted that the only way I can recover my energy is by become infatuated with someone else. I do not relay this facts about myself with pride, but this is how its always been. And also, let's be honest-it might be a generous public service for me to leave intimacy alone for a while. When I scan back on my romantic record, it doesn't look so good. It's been one catastrophe after another. How many more different types of men can I keep trying to love, and continue to fail? Think of it this way-if you'd had ten serious traffic accidents in a row, wouldn't they eventually take your drivers license away? Wouldn't you kind of want them to? This much i do know-I'm exhausted by the cumulative consequences of a lifetime of hasty choices and chaotic passion."

things ive seen

without giving too much detail, because everything i see is classified, here are some of the things i've seen since starting my internship:

a robbery
alot of burglary (robbery and burglary are different)
a burglary that included the home of a white supremacist
criminal mischief, including EIGHT graffiti cases in an hour
recovery of a stolen vehicle
elderly abuse
TOO much domestic violence
assault (DV and assault are not the same thing)
a car chase
lots and lots and lots of stolen property
a string of break ins on motor homes
a hoarders house that was burglarized
a kicked in door
and
i went to a detectives meeting and loved it.
(im sure ive seen more things, i just cant think of them at the moment)

i seriously LOVE my internship. if i could, i would spend every single day there.
ive yet to get an echo yet (dead body) i apparently never work on death days.
i am so happy i chose to major in forensic science, it is such a fun and interesting career. the money is not the best, but i would rather have a job i love than wake up dreading to go to work. aaand maybe i can just marry someone rich to make up for the lack of money, please?

loving him

as we all know, craig owens will always be my #1, always and forever.
but i found jerry and he is a great looking #2.
indulge your eyes on this handsome man





:

please craigery owens or jerry roush, marry me?

new year, new you

new years was a bit rushed for us.

we (10 of us) went to vegas for 24 hours and it was freeeezing.

it was very eventful to say the least, and it may or may not have involved someone ending up in a childrens hospital, girls kissing girls and 'seeing fireworks', a seven mile walk down the strip with no jackets, BLOODY feet, spray on tans, getting too comfortable with 10 strangers, and the phrase "no i didnt kiss that read headed f*ck".

hahaha

oh my goodness, great times.

this year my new years resolutions are:

work out 5 hours a week

&

give up soda

i am giving up soda out of sheer necessity for my poorly enameled teeth, and working out for my not-as-high-as-it-could-be self esteem.

this year is a big one for me, im going to be graduating school, hopefully getting a career, and starting my very own "grown up" life.