so here we are.  the early morning hours of my 33rd birthday.  and i'm crying myself to sleep. why, you ask?  well, i'm not sure.  i've been a shitty friend.  and a terrible auntie.  but mostly, i struggle with being 33....and alone.  like, alone.   all i want in life is to be married, have children, and make a good life.  that's it.  no drama, no frills...just live.  i crazily thought this health/fitness/weight loss journey would produce this life.  i know what i want.  hell, i know who i want.  unfortunately, he doesn't feel the same way.  and i let him lead me on and break my heart over and over again.  i want to be over him, i really do.  but no matter how har i try, i can't shake him.  and so now i'm pissed i'm alone...and pinning my worth to a man.  i keep waiting for "someday,"  for my turn.  but here i am...alone.

Hi there, how are things?

Is this thing on?  Really, Amanda?  Almost 2 1/2 years since your last post?!?!?!?!  Awesome.  I have so much to tell you.  So much.  But for now, you'll just have to settle for a pic of my sweet little niece, Layla.  She's 2.  And amazing.  And ornery.  And sweet.  And ornery.  Did I mention ornery?  Those big blue eyes are going to get that girl in some trouble! 

I've missed you all!

xoxo AJ