Barely Surviving Your Twenties

Ok, so saying that I want to be slim thick has been really entertaining to me lately, and since I've been in a little rut I decided to name this blog post "Trying to be slim thick"... its the little wins sometimes that count, right. Anyway, Like so many other people I have decided to live healthier this year. Before the eye roll from certified "gym rats", yeaaaah this is a basic ass typical new years resolution, but I decided to not call it that so, HA! Its more like a wellness initiative. & I really just came up with that as I was typing this, so go Jasmin! The main part of my new initiative is called the "money diet", which basically means eating in a way that cost me less money, free food is my favorite way to execute this part, but meal prepping of course is the other part of it.  I'm so bad at spending money on food, my bank account is just basically a restaurant directory. So I figured that this plan would a ) save

When I was younger I thought, like most dumb teenagers, that I would turn 18 and then BAM, I’d be an adult! And if I’m being honest I lived in that dumbass La La Land for awhile, it took me a few years to realize that I was actually in the “Jr Adult” stage of life. I was walking around talking about “I’m grown” while also having no idea what a 401K or a fixed interest rate was. Ok so, technically I’m still not super clear on the whole 401k thing is, but I do know that its like money for when I’m old, gotta afford my adult diapers and teeth glue somehow. #growth. Now I should have known that this stage existed cause when I was younger I was a huge Sims fan, and for all my other Simoholics out there you know that the stages of life were: Infant, toddler, Child, Teen, Young Adult , Adult, and then Elder. Of course, I’m not talking about the original sims games, in that game 2 sims kissed like 50 times and then bam a bassinet popped up, and then that bassinet magically turned in

I want to start off first by saying that of course rejection comes at any age, 20 somethings aren’t the only ones out here getting their hearts stomped on, so I do apologize if the title seems a bit ageist. But then again, my blog is called Barely Surviving your 20’s, soooo lets not be too sensitive 💜. Any way I’ve officially accepted I’m dying alone.  But that’s ok, cause I’m a young mom so I’ll just tag along with my kids when they’re in their 20’s, I’ll only be 40 something still droppin it low in the club. Or better yet my best friend is having a rough go at it too, so we can just drop it low together well into our 50’s. But for real I’m over the constant cycle. Meet someone, have a good time, feel like your connecting, come up with names for your future 2.5 kids, go a little psycho cause they’re shitty texters, and then *poof* they just disappear. Now, that specific series of event may just be my own personal hell, but you get my point. I was talking to a guy once w