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No excuses, really.

25 Apr

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Get it people. You don’t have to achieve a certain level of muscle, the ass of an 18 year old bikini model, or live up to some picture you saw on your friends cousins Instagram feed. Just be healthy. For you, for your kids if you have them, but really just for you.

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No gym? No equipment? Quit your whining.

25 Apr

So you have no money for a gym membership? It’s 40 degrees and you’re cozy in bed? No equipment? Oh no.

This is what you have to do.

1. Find a bebe. Not a cute, wrinkly newborn one. No, a more sturdy one.

2. Borrow the bebe and his/her carrier.

3. Dress accordingly.

4. Strap that baby in and get your ass to walking.

The bebe may not be impressed by the sights or weather but they do provide the same effect as wearing a weighted vest. You can also squat and lunge while they’re there.

Do as much as you can. These little weights tend to be moody and certain models can even be quite loud.

If there are no bebes available get your ass out and walk anyways. Clean up your backyard. Act a fool at the park. Do chores. Be active. However you can, as much as you can.

Don’t let fitness fanatics scare you or make you think your workout is insufficient. Zumba is not Crossfit’s bastard, red headed, step cousin. Whatever you’re doing as long as it’s safe is wonderful and enough. Step it up when YOU feel comfortable.

Live, love, laugh.

Wanna see pictures? Instagram: poor_vida

Picture overload.

24 Apr

As always, something broke down, things didn’t go as planned, money disappeared into thin air and by thin air I mean bills, and I turned 30.

I was really bitter.

So I’ve decided to take a ridiculous amount of pictures and do the thing I hate most; hashtag. I’m also doing more projects, playing with my bebes more, going outside (in the sun, gaaaah), and wearing something other than sweats. Call me old, call me a sellout, call me maybe? Kidding.

I’m going to seriously start writing about the poor life and how I’m living it. I’ll be posting frugal finds, ways to use natural products, cheap eats, and more of this hippie life. Most of my pictures will be on Instagram my username is poor_vida so if you’re ever curious to see pictures of my face, you’re welcome.

Live, love, laugh.

Vote for my kid.

22 Apr

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Go to that link and vote for my bebe, please.

It never gets easier.

18 Apr

I wish I could write down some quote on perseverance or hope or magical unicorns that cry along with you and make things better but… I’m too broken for that nonsense right now. Not too long ago I wrote how things were starting to look promising. I could feel the warmth of a tiny ray of sunshine shining it’s way through all the gray.

I’m going to turn 30 this Saturday. I will have no party, no presents, no cake, no dinner, no anything. My life is fucked again. I know I should be mature and again quote something on how money doesn’t matter some Dalai Lama type of thing and just be thankful for what I have.

I’m not thankful. I don’t have shit. There are people out there who are handicapped or have been through excruciating circumstances that have achieved more than I have. I’m ashamed, really. I haven’t done anything. I don’t have anything. All I have is a knack for attracting bad luck and mosquitos.

I’m tired of all this. I’m tired of being poor, living day to day, and having $2.11 in my savings account. Something’s gotta give right?

Bills? Paid, almost.

26 Mar

Dear tax return, thank you.

We were able to pay our cable, water, electricity, and phone bills. You sexy thang you. We were even lucky enough to save some of our pawned possessions.

We had the chance to eat out and not stress over the bill (still under $60 for four). I even got some comfy flats and new flip flops!

Thanks again tax return. You really helped us get on track. We’re not quite there yet but getting closer every damn day.

Live, love, laugh. Actually laugh a lot. Stress kills and gives you wrinkles. Trust me, my face is proof people.

Why can’t there be calm before more calm?

15 Mar

My water was shut off. I have no gas. I feel like a shit parent because I’m so stressed. I have a couple of dollars left in my bank account and won’t be seeing a paycheck or tax refund until the end of March.

That’s a whole lot of surviving with two kids on $2. I feel as though I’m stuck in this huge, deep hole of endless consequences that’s just consuming me ever so slowly.

I keep telling myself to breathe. It’s just not enough anymore.