the satisfaction

One time in like 5th grade I had this teacher and she gave us all bottles of shit like this and told us to squeeze it all out and of course we were like fuck yeah and did it and then she said, “Now, try and shove it all back in the container.” Of course we all tried, and then stared at her confused as shit. When we all obviously gave up, she said, “In the moment, you were so consumed with what you were doing that you didn’t realize the mess you were making. Then, after it was so quickly and easily poured out, you realize it is impossible to put it all back in. Remember this for the rest of your lives when it comes to the words that come out of your mouth” and we were like 10 so we were like yeah ok whatever lady, but somehow to this day I think of it constantly. 

Reblogged from eashleyvickers

I’m having serious image issues the last few days…

Anyone has any suggestions how I can push past this without eating every comfort food known to band and making me feel worse? lol

Because that is my fall back. I eat when I get super emotional. I’m like that girl in the movie who sits in front of a mirror with a tub of ice cream and while telling myself I’m ugly. It’s that serious. 

But seriously. I would love to hear what some of you would do in this situation. Advice?

The end of another perfect week

This week I managed to get in time to run and/or bike everyday WHILE being in band camp.

I put in 10+ running and 20+ biking miles this week. I would have loved to of put in more time running… and I don’t know if I have any band people following… but marching band is exhausting enough on its own. And you stay on your feet the whole day. 

So I would say that this week is a win!!!