In 2013 I...

A year in review already? Yea, yea. I know. But I have decided to end this blogging year early with the hope that I will be completely blogging-refreshed in the new year. Basically, its my blog and I do what I want and you all love me anyways. And as I accidentally humblebragged to Michelle, I actually have some decent time off work this holiday season and I would like to enjoy it to its fullest! Working on those Federal holidays really paid off, Americans. TAKE NOTE.

Let's take a look back at the year that was 2013....

I did not meet my fitness goals. Hashtag proud. I started off so strong and then the commitment waned away as life's silly excuses got in the way. I did, however, make my best effort to eat better, drink less, and move more. That's really not too much to ask of myself. REALLY. So although my weight remains nearly the same as the beginning of the year, my ass is definitely firmer and my armpit fat is well on its way to being non-existent or less squishy by the time wedding dress time hits us.

I turned 30 and my family and friends threw me an amazing party. Which was followed by an amazing vacation up the central California coast. Which I ruined by blacking out via wine tasting.

My loverly friend got married which meant that we got to go to Vegas first. I tried to remove a temporary tattoo with a magic eraser. And yes, that was the most important lesson I learned from the trip. That, and that sometimes strippers will entrust your friends with their money. And shorts.

Jmeoww pooped herself and continued to be as jmeoww as she possibly could be throughout the year.

WE GOT ENGAGED.

And then I became a crazy wedding planning person that I said I never would be. I became grossly addicted to wedding blogs before performing a self-inflicted intervention. I peek every now and then. Hashtag relapse.

I became more of an adult than I have ever felt like. What does that even mean, oh wise Tiff Gee? It means that, with the help of my ever-wisdomous fiance, I set some boundaries in my life. Allowing the positive to shine, and removing or limiting any negative influences that affected me in that way that I hate. Yes, removing and limiting may have made me seem like a complete asshole. Self-centered. You name it. But along with setting these boundaries comes a level of self-respect and self-love that I didn't know I needed in my life. I have been more at peace. And I am happy.