Why I Can’t Get My Gym On

Recently, I had a physical and finally found a doctor in California. It was right around the corner from work and it was an easy in and out—didn’t have to experience that deadly long wait at a doctor’s office. When the doctor called me in she asked me a few questions, the usual, “are you allergic to anything?”, “do any health problems and/or diseases run in your family?” all that boring stuff. Then she asked me to step on the scale so she can get my weight…. I gained 10 lbs. TEN POUNDS.

I didn’t think of the 4th of July cupcakes I enjoyed all by myself or the fact that when I do go to the gym I just chill on the elliptical and watch Bravo because I only get basic cable at home. Nope, instead I questioned the doctor, asked her to check again, then calmly suggested, “Maybe I have a thyroid problem? Or could it be the medicine I was on when I was sick? Wait! I think I am getting my period soon?!” The doctor smiled, probably holding back her laughter, and said, “I think you’ve just have had a stressful last couple months and need to work out…” That. Bitch. But you know what, this time has been stressful. Living in a new state, starting a new job, bills galore… I’m not going to stress over this too. A six pack and a tight ass hasn’t been my main focus and when I’ve tried being more active this is what happened. Just a few struggles I faced when I’ve tried to get my gym on…

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4 Fails in June

Marnie was, and still is a total roller coaster on the HBO show, Girls. We all know when she claims to be “okay”, girlfriend is sooo not okay. Marnie and I both do this thing where we put on our happy face and hold things in. I’m fully aware of this now because I realized I am indeed this character on Girls. Sooner or later, we burn ourselves out when we do this. Case and point, my semi breakdown this week that totally screwed up all the goals I put into place this month. However, unlike Marnie, I see that I might’ve pushed myself too hard to escape my emotions. Therefore, I feel zero guilt for these 4 epic fails this June

FAIL #1: Start a healthier diet
This past Wednesday I was grocery shopping and saw the most adorbs 4th of July cupcakes and figured I’d bring them to the office for the girls along with a bottle of wine. I told my bestie, Olivia who lives in NYC, about my sweet gesture but naturally she calls me out saying, “Dayna, you don’t even eat cupcakes!?!” And I thought, “Well, I can’t just bring wine, can I?” Anyways, she was right. I don’t do cupcakes. Or brownies. Or anything unhealthy really because I’m a freak who was once gluten-free and enjoyed juice cleanses (bless my 19-year-old self).

That night I wanted something delish after dinner and usually a piece of dark chocolate does the trick but the little bastards were looking at me and I couldn’t resist their cuteness. I tried to look away and think about the healthy new diet I decided to get back into this month. But, low and behold, I guess I fucking eat cupcakes now. 

The next morning my coworker, Annie, noticed my blue tongue and said, “cupcakes for breakfast?..” But hell this is coming from a girl who eats string cheese like it’s her job so… Needless to say the cupcakes and wine didn’t make it to the office this week.

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Signs You’re A Sweet Boss Bitch

Trust me, we’re sincerely sorry we’re not sorry. We have no interest in hurting anyone’s feelings or stepping on one’s toes. We don’t need to “cut a bitch” to get what we want. We aren’t confrontational but we’re not scared of standing up for ourselves either. These are the struggles of being a sweet boss bitch.

We’re always smiling, no resting bitch face here :) This doesn’t mean we aren’t silently judging your offensive words and think you’re a fool. We feel bad for you, in fact, we’re here for you if you want to talk.

Even when we try to give someone a nasty look it’s hard to keep a straight face. Maybe we should just stick to mean emoji’s, like the purple devil or red face emoji! That will show em…

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#PRIORITIES

Has anyone ever told you that you need to get your priorities in check? When I hear this, I not only think that it is a harsh statement, but it seems they might be suggesting that you are acting irresponsible and judging the way you choose to live your days—your life. We unknowingly make day-to-day decisions, big and small, that we prioritize.

After the long Memorial Day weekend, a co-worker asked me what I did and if I had a nice day off. I explained how I made a shoe wall that was built with bookshelves from Ikea, something I’ve been dying to do. She laughed and said, “So that was the priority for the weekend!?” and I thought, “YES!” but it was more than that. Sure, I could’ve been more productive and done laundry, worked out or gone grocery shopping, but I didn’t. It would be easy for someone to say, “Haha, priorities of a basic millennial.” Honestly, it was more than just the shoes (and a lot of them) … I needed that weekend to build a space for myself, one that I felt comfortable and happy to walk into. I think it’s choices like that, the kind that may seem silly to others, are the ones we need without even realizing why at the time. 

CAREER OR LOVE: Oh, the theory that you can’t have both! I never looked at love that way. I never consciously made the decision that work OR love has to be the priority. I think when you meet the right person, you both should know each other enough to feel secure within the relationship and be capable of compromising. Some believe that your significant other should always come first and that’s ok. Although, I would want someone to have their own thing, a passion for something other than me and the relationship. Sure, who doesn’t want to feel important?  Ideally, it is just as important to grow as individuals as it is to grow together and build a strong foundation.

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5 Things I Noticed When I Moved to LA

One night while binge watching Laguna Beach and The Hills I started thinking about the interesting differences between NYC and LA. It hasn’t been hard adjusting to the amazing weather, great food (sushi and tacos everyday please) and friendly neighbors. However, there are still a few things that I’m taken back by. Let me know if you agree…

1. Everyone is pretty. And I mean like really pretty. Uber driver, gorgeous. FedEx guy, stunning. Homeless person, kinda hot?

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2. My first month here I wondered why it was just me and the homeless hottie on the streets. Ohhhhh… because people don’t walk! They do however go hiking 10+ miles in their free time. Yeah, I think I’ll stick to my brisk walks to Pinkberry and Starbs, catch you later!
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3. Everyone wants to be your BFF when you have a pet. When you don’t, you better hope your hair or outfit is on point cause bitches won’t notice you anymore. (Kidding… Sort of)

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DREAM CHASER

For 5 years I put my blog first and whatever job second. I would post 2-3 times a week and spent hours on Photoshop building the perfect article. I wrote on the train ride into work, Sunday afternoons at Barnes & Noble, and I swear writing even cured my hangovers. After a while it killed me that I couldn’t give this blog my all because of the job I had. My parents agreed to give me 6 months focus on my blog if I worked hard and made enough money. I was 23, fearless, passionate… And in for a ride.

Everything was going well in the beginning. I had more time to network my ass off and build relationships with people in the fashion and entertainment industry. Phone call with Leah Jenner? No problem. Interview Carmelo Anthony? Done. You could no longer find me in Barnes & Noble, I was a girl on the go and no one could stop me.

I challenged myself to make every post more creative than the last. It wasn’t just a “blog post” it was a full on slide show with graphics, a Instagram flipagram, a photoshoot- it was my baby. I taught myself new tricks and took a course at NYU to learn how to code and use HTML.

About 5 months later and a very low income from my sponsored posts, I started having second thoughts. On top of that, something I loved, my therapy, wasn’t fun anymore. It dawned on me that my time was almost up, and that was ok.

At first I thought maybe I wasn’t ready. That’s probably true, but when are we ever really ready start a new career or a new beginning? Many of us feel we’re ready, but never take the chance. Well, I’m happy I took mine.

It’s been almost a year at my current job and I continue to be humbled by the fact that I don’t know it all. There’s so much left to learn and I’m excited to go to work everyday knowing I’ll be faced with a new challenge.

In the end, I’ll always believe in chasing a dream but I’m no longer afraid that dream is running away from me. We’ll meet again soon.

You Know Your Getting Old When…

1. You swoon over a request from a hot guy on LinkedIn and not Facebook.

2. You stop looking at your ex’s tweets because your too busy following real life issues.

3. You realize that Instagram fame won’t pay the bills, build relationships or get Ryan Gosling’s attention.

4. You check your work e-mail more than your Instagram.

5. You’d rather a good laugh over another “fashionable” post. I could care less about Kendall, Kylie, and what celebs are “in.” Instead I’m following @marniethedog, @cheesecurlsofinstagram and @thefatjewish… Humor never goes out of style.

6. You forget to snap a picture of your beautiful cosmopolitan for Instagram because you drank it too fast. It was a long week at work so SCREW INSTAGRAM! #adultyolo

7. Your grandma has a Facebook and your younger cousin in high school doesn’t. Enough said.

8. That younger cousin has more likes on Instagram than you.

9, Your friends on Facebook are having “life events” like getting engaged and married and your just tagging yourself in the hottest bar in NYC.

10. IRL, #DM, #GTFO? Hold on let me google it.

When I met you in the winter

“Be nice or I’ll write about you on my blog”, my instagram bio says. Well, a few nice guys didn’t like this and asked if that meant I only write about the bad ones. I then thought of a couple boys I’ve met and there was one that stood out to me. 

On a chilly winter day I was running late and a little lost in New York City. My phone was dead and I had no shame asking anyone and everyone for directions. I asked a foreigner, of course, and two girls who completely blew me off. That’s when I met him. He told me to follow him, he was taking the B and I was taking the C train uptown. He just moved into the city and we talked about how easy it is to get confused with the subways but I think he was trying to make me feel better.

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