Okay...I had a few little requests, so I will take them in the order they came in- a post for each. :)
Chunky Chick asked how I ended up in California and if I cook...
Pre-California- I was living in Salt Lake City working as a marketing associate for this tech company that was based there. My best friend Ky started working with me at the company and everyday we would go to lunch and talk about how much we hated our jobs, or the office drama. Honestly- my life was miserable- I just didn't know it. Before the tech company I worked for a massage studio and she worked for a med spa...so needless to say- tech was not either of our dream jobs. ;) Anyway, Ky started dating a guy in Orange County thanks to the internet, and one day she came out to visit him in January of 2008. Of course she came back raving about Southern California. I still remember her and I, huddled outside of our office building on our break, talking about having to get out of Utah. She wanted to move to Southern California and she wanted me to come. I wasn't so sure but I also had nothing else going on. I worked every day, went to the gym, and then went home. I wasn't dating anyone, I didn't love my roommates, I didn't love my social life, and I didn't love my job so what did I have to lose? She had all of these pics of palm trees and sunsets over the ocean that screamed warmth and fun; plus she always came back with great stories. In March I came with her for a visit and immediately I was hooked.
The guy she was dating set me up with his friend and both couples ended up dating from March to July (til we moved) and it was seriously one of the funnest times of my life. Every two weeks we would fly out here to see them or they would fly to Utah to see us. We would also meet half way in Vegas for little getaway weekends. After that it was super easy for her to talk me into moving. :) So we set the goal for summer and we started saving our pennies. We ended moving out July 1st, 2008 and I tell people all the time- it was the best thing I've ever done. I hope I never have to leave. Needless to say 2 weeks after I moved here, that guy and I were done. We weren't exclusive while we were in separate cities, but once I was here, it was kind of hard to determine that we should be get serious just because we were in the same town. I was dealing with trying to find a job and trying to make friends and all of the things that come with moving; I didn't feel like I was in a place to have a serious boyfriend that wanted to see me and be with me every second. I don't think he was honestly that ready either; one night while he was in the bathroom a girl sent a text to him and I saw his phone and she was saying 'thank you for the wonderful time last night'- etc etc, so I know he was dating other girls as well. A few days later we decided 'friends' was best. I'm so thankful things happened the way that they did because if we had actually broken up before I moved, I don't know if I would've gone through with the move.
As far as cooking...oh girl- I wish so bad I could make myself cook! There was a short period of time where I was kind of interested in it, but since I'm single and usually only making food for myself- it's a pain in my bum to cook everyday. I will cook if I have someone else to cook for; I actually like making healthy dishes and look at recipes all the time. I read somewhere once that most people only rotate about 8-10 dishes and I often wonder what my 10 dishes are. Even though I usually don't cook, I do try to eat at home to save money (the key word in that sentence is "try"). I usually have a shake or some fruit in the mornings for breakfast; I'll have a snack (usually more fruit) around 10-10:30, and then start eating "real" food for lunch and beyond. Most of my lunches are outside of my house because of work; and usually at night I will either find random things in my fridge or a lot of times I'll end up going to dinner with friends or on a date so I try to keep most of my meals light (for example- for lunch I am almost always looking for a place that offers a small salad). I also eat Subway about 2-3 times a week (that must be one of my dishes). I also try to offset my horrific diet by working out; I try to go to yoga as much as I can and run as much as I can; I would say realistically I probably do one or the other or both about 3-4 days a week. Yes yes, as I type this- I'm realizing why I might not actually be losing the last 20. :)
So there you have it friends! Why I moved and what I eat.
Stay tuned for the next post!