What’s the old saying? The proof is in the pudding. Mmm… pudding. Chocolate? I digress. But chocolate…

The thing is I don’t want to be like the lady in the skyscraper heels that complains that her feet hurt. Cause really? So I decided I’ll give you irrefutable proof that there are so MANY parts of my life that are SO NOT TOGETHER!

Evidence Locker #1: SOME of my Christmas Boxes Are STILL In My Dining Room! 

It’s March 2nd people!! The tree has been down since shortly after Christmas. But somehow I can’t manage to get these crates out of my house or put back the stuff that belongs on the mantle and entertainment center. IT’S MARCH! I’m embarrassed! And the worst part is I have no plans or schedule for when I’m actually going to be able to get things back to normal.

Evidence Locker #2: My 13 Year Old Son’s Bedroom! 

Is there such thing as a disaster filter? O.M.G. It’s like a Nerf crazed Lego eating toddler lives in there! I’ve tried to have him clean it. I really have. I’ve tried to clean it myself. And FAILED! So I’ve reached the point of giving up. Maybe someday he’ll want to invite a girl over… will he want to clean his room then? Please experienced Moms say yes. I’m begging you!

Evidence Locker #3: My Laundry Room 

Can we just get a collective SIGH! I seriously don’t understand how people keep up with their laundry?! I have a friend who, on occasion, I would pay to help me catch up on my laundry. I will never forget her texting and saying…. you have so much laundry my kids have made a tunnel in the living room! WHAT?! Laundry is like a giant vortex of awful! Because it’s not just the laundry room. Check out all the OTHER places I found laundry…..

It’s everywhere. And I’m pretty sure I will never EVER get a handle on it. It’s just not in my makeup!

Evidence Locker #4: The Spare Room

Oh… giant UGH. So in the last few months my husband and I have started selling on Amazon FBA. The process is fairly simple really. You buy stuff at a low price, send it in to Amazon. They sell it and send you the money (you know minus fees etc- I guess it’s more complicated than I made it sound. But you get the point.). It’s not super hard- just time consuming. So this room has collected all of the randomness of FBA products, games, and Disney World trip left overs. Not only that, but it’s been terrorized by a disaster prone toddler. Also, if you notice, the green crate there has all the stuff that belongs on my mantle and entertainment center. I seriously can’t believe I’m showing this to all of you!

Evidence Locker #5: The Treadmill

Here’s the worst of them all. This treadmill. Can You See the Dust?! Over the last year or so I have integrated to a Low Carb High Fat diet. When I stay on it I lose weight quickly and have lost over 100 pounds and gone down 6 sizes. I was making good progress and I knew I needed to add in exercise. Then God, or the garbage fairies, left this on our neighbors front stoop… works perfectly and it was free. BUT… I’m stuck. I’ve been stuck. And being stuck is the WORST. I know that I need to find a way to make exercise a priority. I KNOW how to eat properly so that I feel good about myself and the food I consume. There’s some psychological barrier. I have always always been a plus size girl. It’s my identity. It’s how people know me. I’m the girl who’s pretty and PUT TOGETHER even though she’s FAT. Friends always tell me how their husbands comment to them that I always look SO NICE for a big girl. The thing is I’ve stopped being the big girl. I don’t look like the big girl that got small. I look like the small girl that got big. So the treadmill sits. I know I should be on it everyday. I don’t have any excuses. But I don’t, because I don’t know what I would do with myself if I shrunk to a size that didn’t feel recognizable. Or maybe I don’t know what other people would do!? Or I’m just lazy?! Or I’m sabotaging my own journey? Either way. When it comes to this area of my life. I’m SO NOT TOGETHER.

So there you go friends! I can’t believe I’ve shown these pictures! And on the interwebs… ;)! It’s incredibly nerve-racking! I mean someone is going to click on this blog and be like…. “Girl, don’t be so lazy and clean up after yourself.” or “Don’t use this blog as an excuse to be unproductive.” Trust me I’m not. If you’ve ever written a blog you’d understand it’s not for slackers.

I hope though that by showing my messes- the reality of life in pictures- that you’ll look at your messy closets or laundry piles and feel solidarity. We get you! WE ALL GET YOU! You’re good! Seriously. One day that room will get clean. I mean you’re bound to have company over sooner or later. (Cause that’s about when my house gets cleaned.)

BEING PERFECT IS A FALLACY. BEING FLAWED IS A REALITY. ACCEPTING YOUR FLAWS IS FREEDOM.  

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