Damn girl, that's a lot of fattitude

I’m trying to remain optimistic as the bad luck continues to pour over us; however, this post is not about that. This post is about the little non-scale victories.

The other day at work was a nightmare. Just a straight up nightmare. I was ecstatic to get to my car and GTFO. Well, y’all – I got to my car and found myself in this situation:

I’m the car on the right. I panicked. Every one hates dealing with this situation, but when you’re a chubby bunny – it’s especially terrible. I couldn’t even open my door enough to stick my big toe in. The person parked on my left had a solid 4 feet to left. I had maybe a foot. I stood there infuriated for a minute trying to figure out what to do. I will not lie, this is the first time in my entire life I really contemplated keying someone. I know, I am a horrible person. What can I say? It had been a horrible day and I was just ready to go. Relax, people. I didn’t key her. So, I opened the passenger door and climbed through. Say what? That’s right. I lifted my fat ass up and over the e-brake and climbed into my seat. Now, maybe I’m one of those people that is easily excited, but this is something I’ve never been able to do before. I’ve never even had the thought that I could do it. Much like when you see a space and can instantly gauge whether or not you’ll fit through – this is one of those spaces I just never thought possible. The best part is that while I’m climbing over I see the driver of the other car coming and I slow down. I mean real talk slow mo movement now and lock eyes with her. I am shooting daggers and cyanide with my eyes, while shaking my head in disgust. She steps behind a pole so she doesn’t have to look at me. God, such fury. SUCH FURY. Long story short: now that I’m out of the moment I’ll consider it a success.

Kevin and I went out to a very nice dinner with my family and this was my dress flow. Oddly enough, I was loving what I saw in the mirror. The dress was a shorter than I usually wear and my arms weren’t covered, but I was really feeling myself. Confident as could be. It was a welcomed feeling.

And thirdly, I received my FitBit weekly update:

It’s been colder than imaginable here in the A. I’ve not been running. And quite frankly, I’ve avoided going outside at all costs. I want to run so badly for my sanity, but I hate running when it’s that cold. My lungs hurt, my muscles hurt, and I just hate life. So, combining that with my hatred for running as it is – I just don’t. BUT! What I did do is take the stairs quite a bit. I park on the 5th floor in a deck and then I work on the 3rd floor in a building. So every day I took stairs up and down. And anyone that knows me knows I HATE stairs with a passion. I’m not sure how the FitBit calculates what a flight of stairs is, but FFS – I do feel slighted.

So, this week – I am refusing to let things that would typically stall me get under my skin. I am finding different solutions and working through it.

“Losers quit when they fail, winners fail until they succeed.” Robert Kiyosaki

PS – For those outside winter cold runners, how do you do it? Any recommendations? Brands?