Weekend Warrior

I've come to realize that for me, being a weekend warrior means hitting up some fun and funky antique hot spots in Charlotte. The Sleepy Poet Antique Mall might be my new favorite. I went today for my 4th visit over the past few months and I still think I could spend ALL day there and not see all the booths. I don't know what it is about finding a vintage treasure tucked away in a corner somewhere. There's a satisfaction to bringing it home, cleaning it off, and giving it a new place of honor. You just can't find those little gems at Pottery Barn or Target, which is why I think I love them so much!

Don't worry...

Be Happy. Annoying song I know, but I have been focusing a lot lately on the sentiment. I am a full blown, red-blooded-American worrier. You name it, I worry about it. Health? Worry. Money? Worry. Friends and Family? Worry. I think some of it is born of a naturally anxious personality, some of it born of health problems I have had over the past few years. But I have truly perfected the art of the worst case scenario. And you know what? It's exhausting. I think it was Michael J. Fox who said that if you imagine the worst news possible, and for some reason you get it? You've lived it twice. The moral here? 9 times out of 10, you don't get the worst news possible. So don't waste your energy planning for it. I should add stopping this unattractive habit to my 21 Days Makes a Habit list. It sure can't hurt to give it a whirl.

Lady on the Lake

Nothing feels better than a spring weekend in the middle of winter. High 60s here on Saturday in the South and I spent the day outside at the lake with my best buddy, Dylan. Volleyball, skipping rocks, riding bikes, soccer, all under the yellow sun. It's back to chilly temps today, but that brief hiatus really revived the spirit! I forget that I live walking distance from such a beautiful lake...I bet it's just as pretty when you're all bundled up for the winter. New promise to myself...spend more time exploring what is literally right in my own back yard.

21 Days Makes a Habit

Some of you may have heard this before, but the psychological saying goes that 21 days makes a habit. That's approximately how long it takes the brain to rewire itself in a meaningful way and to accept something as the new norm. Now this 21 days can lead to a good habit, or it can lead to a bad habit. My goal? CLEARLY replace the bad with the good - researchers say this is the key to successful adoption. For example, if you aren't working out, replace your sedentary routine with an exercise routine. If you're eating fast food at lunch, replace it with something healthy. You get the idea. My 21 day clock starts tomorrow and it starts with a much more regular gym and workout schedule. Here and there is not a successful routine for me, so dammit, I am just going to make it a hardwired habit!

Baby it's Cold Outside!

Waking up to a morning where the temperature clocked in at 18 degrees has me dreaming of all things warm! Next winter I am going to reward myself with a dream coat in a much smaller size than the one I have this year. Maybe a little something like this Burberry number I found on Sak's website? Classic. Simple. Worth two months rent. That said, Marshall's did me right this year with a fabulous black pea coat from Jones New York. (Picture this one in all black with the same belt) For girls like me that want a fashionable bargain in a bigger size, you can't beat the selection.

What will I be doing at 10pm this evening?

Watching the premiere of It's a Brad Brad World on Bravo. I am so excited, it's bananas. Who cares if he ditched Rachel Zoe, I love them both enough for them to get along in my head. Where they still have vente lattes and stress about what Cameron and Demi will be wearing to the Oscars. Maybe when I lose all my weight one of them will be so impressed they style me for free. That would be so major.

Happy New Year!

Sitting and wishing and hoping this New Year's Eve. This day in particular is ripe with possibility, you feel capable of anything. The funny thing is? We really are capable of anything. My wish for 2012 is that with some seriously hard work, faith and a dash of luck thrown in, when this time next year rolls around I am looking back on 12 months of that delicious anything. Oh, and I hope the Mayan's calculations were way off. All the best to everyone!