F*ck you, nails

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I have a confession to make: I have been a nail biter for as long as I can remember. I try to stop, try every remedy short of amputation, but nope. 
There is a method to my madness: I bite whenever there is a split or break. Turns out that is all of the fucking time.

I am currently following the gospel of @SimplyNailogical by using all of the oil on my nails in hopes to grow these fuckers out. And this isn’t just vanity driven either; imagine my scratching game with every eczema and atopic flare up… awww yeaaahhhh. 

Have any of you tried to get over a bad habit? What helped? 

Don’t say yoga. 

How do you feel pretty when you don’t feel pretty?

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Full disclosure: my self esteem is similar to that of any realtor’s will to live on any given episode of Tiny House Hunters.

Yeah, it ain’t great.

A lot of things factor in to this such as my constant weight fluctuation, my very tiny stature,  oh and the fact that I’m CONSTANTLY ITCHY.  Continue reading →

Quarter life crises are a thing, right?

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Holy hell, I’m the worst. In the past few months, I’ve moved countries, changed careers, and possibly bought a house all while procrastinating getting healthy and upping my highlighter game.

I’m such a millenial.

2017 Has been absolutely nuts. Mister and I have moved bases, now back in the USA… or what’s left of it. I’m glad to be back in a place where I can understand the street signs, but things are still in flux. I’m finding myself diving headfirst into creative endeavors. It is overwhelming having chronic illness, and I am finding solace not just in yoga but in my make up and beauty, my fashion and decor. A large amount of headspace has been taken over by wanting to share my idea of pretty with the world. So, when my office job wanted to transfer me to Philly, I put in my notice. I should have known I was losing my mind when I used my insurance money to buy a convertible.

I blame the current political climate, but I digress.

Currently, I am wondering if it is possible to have a quarter life crisis. Should I go forth and pursue something that I love if I could very well fail? Do I stay in a career that I might not like, but am good at? Do I tell my dog he’s adopted?

I’m kidding. I would never put that on Seamus. He gets his anxiety from me. #likemotherlikeson

So, this has been an unnecessary life update. I am trying my best to funnel in what I want this site to be; what I feel it means to be a bombshell. I guess it has to do with not having your shit together, but still liking pretty and fun things. After all, we all have a little bombshell in all of us.

Hey, that’s catchy.

God, I suck at writing

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Guess who’s got two thumbs and a penchant for not following through? This guy.

To quickly recap, I’m still in Germany, still married to the military, still purchasing way too many shades of red lipstick, still constantly dyeing my hair.

Oh, but Charming and I adopted a black kitten that we named Dash. Then we found out he was actually a panther. Oops.

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Yoga a GoGo

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As you may know, I’ve been valiantly attempting to get “in shape.” I haven’t decided on which shape that will be, yet. I kinda have been yoyo-ing with my commitment to a healthy lifestyle. And no, giving up chocolate and wine is note an option (god, I’m like a character from a Nora Roberts novel. How stereotypically female of me).

I went back to yoga class today after a hiatus, and obviously it kicked my ass. In a good way… I think. Anywho, something said at the end of the class really stuck with me. I was flopped into my version of meditation (imagine a faceplanting starfish. That’s this gal), while my badass teacher was talking to the class. She talked about rewarding yourself for coming to class and such, then she said.

“You did something amazing today. If you go through your day thinking that instead of how you should have done more or did better, your whole outlook will change.”

Woah. This human starfish was not expecting that.

As an overachiever with anxiety/depression/a partridge in a pear tree, The mantra “You should have done more.” Runs through my head roughly 6,943 times a day. The weird thing, though, is that you never realize that you think it until the idea is firmly planted in your head.

So, as I’m nomming on some leftover shrimp and pasta, I made the choice to try and make my mindset one similar to how I felt during class. We’ll see how it goes.

Have any of you guys felt this way? Do you have any mantras to get you through? Did it help your mindset?

Getting healthy might kill me.

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As you lovelies may know, I’m trying to get healthy. Yes, a lot of this is me being vain. I know we all read about those women who say “I just want to be healthy. It’s not about looks.” Yeah, that’s bullshit. I’m secure in myself to know that I’m in this to get to Bettie Page levels of awesome. I already got amazing hair and makeup skills. This is obviously the next step. If I become a healthier person, that’s a perk too.

So, after singing a requiem for my chocolate ice cream, I jumped back (literally. I started swimming) into the swing of things.

I forgot how HARD this was.

On recommendation from my fantastic friend, Justine, I signed up for Piyo. Of course, when I first heard the word, I thought it was some magical weight loss frozen yogurt. I was wrong. Good God, was I wrong.

The Piyo lady seems so nice. I don’t know why she takes such pleasure in my pain.

I’m only on week two, so here’s hoping that the endorphins start kicking in soon. I know I’ll stick with it though. Charming already completed P90X and started P90x2 while signing up to be a Beachbody coach. Show off.

Currently, I’m laying on my couch, sweaty and in pain, trying to convince my dog to get me dinner. Seamus Finnigan needs to start earning his keep, after all. No luck yet.

I wonder how much it would take to get my cat to carry me to the shower…

~Little Bombshell