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If it isn’t caffeinated, it’s just staining your teeth

In Experiences, Quotations, Thoughts on February 28, 2011 at 3:06 pm

A grande soy awake tea latte with vanilla? Yes, please.

While I’m not a fan of black coffee (but I commend those of you who can enjoy the false advertisement of warm, rich aroma accompanied with an unattractively strong flavor & bitter aftertaste), I can enjoy an excessively sweetened coffee with the best of them. (Try a Starbucks raspberry white chocolate mocha sometime! It may put some weight on the hips, but it tastes like a liquid truffle. a.k.a. Heaven.)
On the other hand, I love tea. I like nearly all flavors of tea. I like tea with lemon and honey when I’m feeling under the weather. I like tea with sweetener at anytime of the day. I like chai tea. I like herbal tea. I like hot tea. I like iced tea. (By the way, in my head I’m rambling like Vince Vaughn in Wedding Crashers when he’s talking about maple syrup, “I know everything there is to know about maple syrup… I put a little in my hair, what do you think holds it up, slick?”) There are few things better than pulling your knees to your chest with a warm cup of tea between the palms of your hands and taking a deep breath over the steaming liquid.
That’s why it was so devastating for me to discover… wait for it… I’m addicted to caffeine!

Yes, it’s true; I’m reliant upon my Starbucks caffeine fix these days! I realized this the other day when I went without my usual tea latte for the first half of the day and got a massive headache that nothing seemed to satisfy… aside from another tea latte. Yep, the moment I swung into Starbucks and walked up to the counter (I don’t even have to order, they just ask what size I’m feeling today) and had that Soy Awake Tea Latte with Vanilla in my hands, the headache began to recede. At that instant I froze in a fleeting moment of terror as I realized I had a caffeine addiction I probably needed to break. It isn’t like I don’t have multiple reasons for eliminating Starbucks from my life (I mean, I’m a gold member for a reason! I spend WAY too much money on that little bit of energy, supposedly addiction free.) but I knew from previous experience (in the diet soda department) this was going to be rough.

So, as of recent, I am caffeine free. I went through about two days of terrible headaches and I’ve had an energy lull every day since I gave it up (last Thursday), but I’m convinced it’s in my best interest. Not only will my hips and trainer thank me… my bank account will be fat and happy, as well. (About $3.00 per drink, about 5 drinks per week, about 2 pastries per week, about $3.00 per pastry, comes out to about about $21 dollars a week. And that’s being lenient with the actuality of my addiction, considering the last time I reloaded my card I skipped the usual $20 I previously limited myself to each week and put $50 on it. I should’ve known right then and there that I had a problem. That, or the day that I purchased a pastry and the guy said, “I’ll see you in an hour.” Wow.)

“Why not go decaf?”, you might ask. Because I’m convinced that if it isn’t caffeinated, it’s just staining my teeth.

Hi. My name is Jennifer and I’m a caffeine addict… about to undergo intense cravings & painful with-drawls.

Wish me luck!

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Getting that High

In Thoughts on February 18, 2011 at 10:24 am

“You satisfy me more than the richest of foods.” Psalm 63:5 (NLT)


This makes me smile, because the first thing I want to sarcastically spout out is, “Well, maybe not ice cream.” But, aside from sarcasm, there really is nothing that satisfies me more fully than the Lord. When people say they see something different about me… it’s this fully satisfied soul they’re witnessing. Spending time reading the bible and drinking tea at my favorite coffee shop instead of watching television on the couch and eating whatever I can get my hands on has proven to satisfy my hunger for love, acceptance, happiness, understanding, joy, patience, peace, etc. in entirety (far more than anything I’ll find in the refrigerator can ever accomplish).

“So whether you eat or drink or whatever you do, do it all for the glory of God.” 1 Corinthians
10:31 (NIV)

How does what I do each day glorify the Lord? This is a question I constantly have to remind myself to consider. Am I working out to satisfy my craving for a Victoria Secret model’s figure or am I doing it, in some fashion, for the glory of God? If the answer is the former, what changes should I be making? My purpose in life is to to glorify God, and whether I’m sitting through church, drinking tea in a coffee shop, sneaking M&Ms for a snack, or working out with my trainer, it needs to be done with God in mind; How is what I’m doing, how is this decision, how is this moment, how is this conversation bringing glory to God?

“Spend your time and energy in training yourself for spiritual fitness. Physical exercise has some
value, but spiritual exercise is much more important for it promises a reward in both this life
and the next.  This is true and everyone should accept it.” 1 Timothy 4:7-9 (NLT)

Just as physical fitness takes daily effort and commitment, spiritual fitness takes persistent action, as well. I’ve noticed that while working out makes me attractive to the world and gives me a “high” for an hour or so afterward, spending time in the word and worshiping God in the morning gives me a “high” for the day and makes me attractive, through the genuine joy I exude, to everyone around me without them even knowing why they’re drawn to me.

 

Today I woke up at 6:00am, grabbed a soy-tea-latte-with-vanilla, went to Young Life Campaigners and worshiped the Lord at 7:00am, stretched and ate a yummy breakfast of oatmeal (with peanut butter), beef sausage and a fried egg at 8:30am and began work around 9:00am.

Today is going to be a great day!

Deciphering Compliments from Female Flattery

In Thoughts on February 7, 2011 at 1:28 pm

It’s like a guy telling you he really cares about you for the first time… you either know somewhere deep within that he’s telling the honest truth or you have a nagging reservation that he’s telling you what you want to hear (maybe even need to hear) in order to get on your good side.

There are compliments and then there’s flattery. Compliments are an expression of praise, accommodation or admiration. Flattery, on the other hand, is excessive or insincere praise, accommodation or admiration. Figuring out which one we’re a victim to is often an almost impossible task.

So, while I was prepping myself for a cocktail party in the locker room last week, no less than 3 ladies turned to me and said, “Oh my gosh, I love your dress!”. It was then up to me to determine whether I believed all (if any) of these ladies’ compliments or questioned their sincerity.

The trouble with knowing whether to believe a comment is compliment or flattery is that we’re all familiar with using flattery in the guise of a compliment and it forces us to wonder how often others do the same thing back to us! It’s like lying by omission. When I put on my disco-ball stilettos and heard, “I love your shoes!” I wondered whether it was truth or her lying by omitting the latter half of her thought, “I love your shoes… because they’re so out of control you look like a fool, which makes me look even better standing next to you.” When a guy tells you, “You’re beautiful.” you have to wonder whether he thinks you’re beautiful, period… or whether he thinks your beautiful when he thinks you might sleep with him.

Perhaps one of my most recent run-ins with a compliment that may have been flattery in sheeps-skin was that of a girl who said a string of things throughout the evening ending with, “You’re the prettiest girl in the room.” Seriously, what do you do with that?! Who says that!?

When I’m in the locker room I tell people when I like their shoes. I tell girls when I think they’re beautiful (and it usually catches them really off guard). I try my best not to keep a compliment inside because I’m shy or wishing they’d compliment me first.

It didn’t take me long to realize that girls who don’t talk to me will do so if I take the initiative to compliment them first. Tell a girl you think her hair is cute (and mean it) and she’ll be your best friend for the next hour. (The implications of that statement on the power men have over us is scary, but that’s another conversation in itself.)

I went into the locker room the other day to change into a cocktail dress and intense red lipstick for a party and didn’t get the reaction I’d expected. More girls spoke to me during that hour of preparation than the entire two hours I usually spend at the gym! Were they sincere compliments? Were they filling me with bullshit comments because I was the person to get close to at the moment? I don’t know… but I do know that I refuse to put myself in a situation where people would question whether what I say is true. I don’t want to flatter people to their face and gossip behind their back, slowly becoming insincere in everyone’s eyes but my own.

Social Suicide in One Fell Swoop

In Experiences, Thoughts on February 1, 2011 at 12:23 pm

This wouldn’t be all that embarrassing if there was a party at the gym (do they host parties for their members?).

This wouldn’t be far from plausible if it was a formal gym (how cool would that be?).

This would appear to be normal behavior if it was New Years Eve (because everyone goes to black-tie affairs just like movie characters on New Years Eve, right?).

This IS social suicide among the female ranks.

And yet (I’m embarrassed to admit that) today I plan to walk out of the gym in shocking red lipstick, disco-ball 4″ stilettos (as my sister-in-law so dubbed them when, against her better judgment, I wore them in her wedding) and a short, flirty cocktail dress.


I’m happy to announce that my roommate got engaged this past weekend and one of our girlfriends has decided to host an all-girl cocktail party in her honor. I’m so excited! I’ve been holding on to this little teal cocktail dress for the past year, just waiting for a moment like this to come along and justify my whimsical purchase. So when’s the party? Tonight? Perfect, it’s the same night that I have personal training. But, what time am I supposed to show up to the party? Oh, 7pm? Perfect, I finish my training at a late 6:30pm and it usually takes me the next half an hour to tame the sweat I’ve accumulated and gather my locker into a bag I can then barely manage to carry to my car (both due to its weight and my sore muscles informing me the workout ended half an hour ago, honey). So how in the world am I going to make this happen?

I expressed my concerns with my trainer (mostly because I wanted to judge his reaction to my considering getting ready at the gym and walking out in a cocktail dress – needless to say he was embarrassed for me, but probably secretly crossing his fingers that I’d do it). That’s the problem with this situation. It isn’t that I don’t have time, because my trainer changed our session from 5:30pm to start at 5pm, thereby giving me a solid hour in which I can shower, put on make-up and do my hair (and furthering my suspicion that he wanted me to go through with it). The problem with this situation is that by walking out of that gym looking like I don’t sweat and my make-up doesn’t smear girls avoid eye-contact and don’t smile at me. The problem is that by walking out in street clothes (which for me include a cute pair of stilettos, designer jeans and a pea coat… I can’t help it if I love style) I get glares that could do more damage than the comments they’re suppressing in their head. The problem is that if I can get evil glares from the clothes I wear normally, from sweaty make-up (it’s bare minerals by the way and it doesn’t even come off when I swim if I don’t rub my face!), and from a confident strut (for the record, I practiced hard to learn to walk like that in stilettos)… then what kind of verbal reprimands, audible scoffs and future invisibility shields will they throw at me when I walk through the gym in cocktail attire? Dear God, please save me!

I have enough trouble making girlfriends as it is, the last thing I need is everyone hating me for what is, quite honestly, a pretty good reason.

Why are the girls locker rooms as far form the front door as possible!?

Maybe I’ll hide my short skirt under a long jacket…