Tuesday Morning Confessional

It’s a rainy, damp, and very unmotivated Tuesday morning here at the futuredocgirl household. The boy and I spent every waking hour from Friday – Sunday moving our lives into a brand spanking new apartment, which is absolutely lovely and cozy and perfect. 

But I’m exhausted. It’s like we didn’t have a weekend at all. 

Which has been a big no no for me in grad school. When I don’t get “breaks”, I get cranky. 


Which brings me to today’s morning confessional…

1. So I called out of work today. I’m not actually sick, so I feel like I’m tempting the fates. But with a school to-do list a mile long and very literal exhaustion, I felt like a mental health day was more than in order. 

2. It was also because my running has been slacking and I really, really want to run. 

3. I have the exact same morning routine every single weekday. I roll out of bed 5-10 minutes after my alarm, put on cozy socks and my robe, turn on every single light in the living room/kitchen, make a GIGANTIC mug of hot tea and some sort of Greek yogurt concoction (my new favorite: Sunflower seed butter  from Trader Joe’s. Holy yum sauce, batman), and then either make my lunch/dinner for the day or lounge aimlessly on the couch until it’s time to get ready. 

4. I love the rain, until it’s time to go out in it. Then I hate the rain. 

5. Not so much a confession but: I ran 3.15 miles yesterday. Even though I was exhausted and didn’t get home until 7:30 pm. Win. Signing up for a gym was quite possibly the best decision I’ve made in the past month. 

Do you have a morning routine?

What’s your confession?! 


March! Goals

It’s hard to believe that it’s already March. Didn’t the semester just start? Isn’t winter not even half way over? (Well maybe, because it’s snow raining again this morning…so who knows…). 

I’ve got my espresso and spandex ready for the day. Espresso because I’m at school and hour earlier than usual at that. On a Friday. Lame. And because I’m moving! I’m not usually the spandex wearer to school (mostly because I can wear scrubs, so comfy clothes aren’t that hard to come by) but also because it feels weird walking past my supervisors in skin tight stretchy pants. 

But really, it is glorious. I might have to start shopping at Spandex World



Anywaysssssss. Because it’s March and because I love lists, I have goals. That I will hopefully be able to cross of my list at the end of the month with a huge red pen and feel so, so satisfied. 

1. Drink at least 1 giant water bottle each day. I’m great about chugging coffee and tea like it’s my job. But water? Not so much. 

2. Run 6 miles. Seeing as I ran 4 yesterday, 6 seems feasible by the end of the month. 

3. Try 2 new Pinterest recipes. And talk about them. Even if they end up being on http://www.pinterestfail.com/ 

4. Try a bootcamp class. Because my puny arms need more than running to look buff. 

5. And finally…find a better way to relax at night. Looking at Pinterest and Facebook on my iPhone does not lead to the best night’s sleep ever…

Do you have any March goals? 

Do you wear spandex to school/work? 

Do you have any tips to make moving quicker and easier? 

You’d THINK that after never spending more than 1 year in the same apartment, I’d have the routine down. But I haven’t even packed yet…

Spandex for the win

Ya’ll, I ran 4 miles today. This may not seem monumental, but it’s probably been about 4 months since I’ve logged more than 3 miles. Basically, I’ve been a sad excuse for a distance junkie. My legs are tired, but I feel so good. How could I have forgotten about the wonders of endorphin?! 

My workout went as such:

0.1 mile warm up at 3.8 mph and 3% incline

Then my favorite new song, Thrift Shop, came on so I bumped it up to 6.0 mph at a 3% incline for 0.4 miles. 

The rest of the workout is a little bit of a blur…I may have gotten a little too excited about how good I felt and bumped the speed up too much. Tomorrow is definitely going to be a non-running day…mostly because I will most likely be spending 8 hours moving, which will be a workout in and of itself. 

Sore arms, here I come. But moving means spandex and sneakers, so I’m really okay with that. 


So consistency? Apparently *not* my thing when it comes to blogging. 

Some mornings I’ll wake up, make my tea, and have time to actually sit on the couch before I need to run off to school. And those morning, like this morning, make me want to blog. Especially when it’s grey and “snowing” (I use quotations because in the South it rarely truly snows). I’m usually too busy writing a million emails or browsing Pinterest, but gloomy weather makes me more introspective or something. 

But whatevs. I decided to start blogging again, so here I am. 

My most recent accomplishment has been joining a gym. And going to said gym at least 3 days a week. I used to be little miss runner pants until I started grad school. Then I became little miss “oh no, I can’t fit into my favorite pants” from too many late night study munchies and too much desk sitting. 

So, what with my wedding only about 5 months away, I decided I should probably get healthy and stop showing sloths up with my lazy skills. 

So I’m training for a May half marathon. 



Yesterday was day 1. I managed to walk about 3/4 of a mile at a 3% incline and run 3 miles alternating between 6.0 – 7.0 mph and 0-2% incline. All without my lungs popping or my legs falling off. 

Motivation is at an all-time high for me right now. I reduced my work schedule, I’m about to move into a brand-spanking new apartment, wedding planning is basically done-zo. So convincing myself to not nap when I get home in the evening has been fairly easy. It will be interesting to see how long this trend continues…hopefully forever, especially since the weather is finally improving (although you couldn’t tell from the angry white ice snow falling from the sky right now) and the days are getting longer. 

Also: training plans are my favorite so I am planning on creating one and posting it so that way if I start being a slacker I can maybe shame myself back into motivation. 

Friday love list: Rest

It’s been a long week. Too many early mornings, not enough downtime. Midterm time is almost upon us and the amount of work necessary to stay on top of all my school work is quite frankly, astonishing. Getting a doctorate is hard, ya’ll. So this weekend I want to focus on being restful.

It’s Friday and I’m in love with:

1. Earl Grey Tea. Fall is nearly upon us down here (or at least the temperatures aren’t absolutely scorching) and there’s nothing like a big mug full of warm, steaming, milky tea to make your mind at least attempt to sit still for a minute.

2. Say Yes to the Dress. A perfect mindless Friday night TV show to zone out to while browsing Pinterest. Yes, I am that girl.

3. Running outside. During the week, I’m typically confined to gym running, mostly because when I get to school it’s dark and when I leave school it’s dark. I live in a fairly safe neighborhood but still kind of hate the idea of running in the dark. So my weekend runs after a big cup of caffeine and a leisurely breakfast are just amazing.

4. Pastries. As mentioned above, weekends are for leisurely breakfast. Which to me usually means a vegan chocolate chip scone from the local market. Basically, there’s no better way to get a day started than with some sugary carbs made by someone else for my consumption.

5. Pajamas all day. Last weekend was filled with being social and getting dressed all cute to impress. This weekend with be filled with pajamas, pajamas, pajamas. I feel like that speaks for itself…


Mental health morning

Being a doc is hard. freaking. work.

I knew that coming in, but awful living situations and general discontent with how the program has been progressing has led me to become a wee bit crazy.

Wee bit being an understatement. The understatement of the year, in fact, considering I almost cried this morning because the Boy tried to convince me to send an email. An email, mind you, that I already knew was necessary to send and was planning on sending anyways. But the extra “pressure” of him “telling” me to do something sent me over the edge.

So I emailed my supervisor that I am *coughcoughsick*, signed up for an 8:30 am spin class, and breathed a sigh of relief.

Sometimes the best thing to do is just be easier on myself. I know I need the patient hours, I know I need to be responsible, but sometimes taking care of my mental health just needs to take priority over everything else. And I feel like there’s nothing a nice, relaxed morning with a serious splash of sweat can’t fix…although I’m hoping it’ll fix this serious funk I’ve sunken down into today.

What’s your sure-fire funk buster? 

Three Things Thursday

I missed my Tuesday confessional (again), so I’ve temporarily re-located it to Thursday. Because I like lists where I get to state all of the weird things I’ve done during the week.

1. Last night was the first night I cooked a “real” dinner at my apartment in months. Real dinner being shells and three-cheese pasta sauce. But this is progress considering I’d gotten really hooked on frozen foods. And for the past week, I’d been so busy that I somehow convinced myself that potato chips were a good dinner.

2. I was proud of my dinner success. And then late night studying happened, which meant that pizza got ordered. And when you’re tired and someone hands you greasy pizza, nothing tastes better. I need to get my lifestyle back. in. check. But it’s hard to order an entire study group *not* to order pizza.

3. Part of me wishes I had classes this summer. I know that is a ridiculous thought, especially since I’m currently procrastinating working on my research paper presentation, but I’ve been a student for so long that I’m not quite sure how I’m going to spend my free time yet.

If you could have a summer off, how would you spend it? 

Ten ways I break the rules

I never considered myself to be a rule breaker growing up. I always did what I was supposed to, got good grades, listened to my parents. But now that I’m older, I realize that maybe I’m not some “bad girl” but I am a little unconventional in some respects. And basically, it rocks.

{I got this idea from Kate’s awesome blog}

1. I run on the treadmill even when it’d be warm enough to run outside. I live close to campus so unless I left at the crack of dawn, I’d have to make it through an insane amount of traffic.

2. I wash my running clothes in the shower after I run. And do that many times over before I throw them in the washer. It saves laundry quarters!

3. I hate talking on the phone. I feel like that’s breaking a vital “girl rule” but I would much rather text or email…probably because I can be doing other things as I am communicating.

4. I don’t really enjoy eating meat. That’s becoming more and more accepted in the U.S. but in my family I still feel like I have to explain why I’m choosing not to. Lame.

5. I drink decaf coffee. Totally breaking the college student’s rule. But I feel a billion times better when I’m not hyped up on caffeine. I am, however, planning on caffeinating myself tomorrow morning since I have to be up at the crack of dawn for a 6 am flight.

6. I do however put Splenda or Truvia into my coffee. Yum. I used to drink my coffee with only cream but Panera coffee just isn’t delicious enough to do that.

7. I wash my hair every other day. My hair is thick and curly and gets way too dry if I wash it every day so shower caps have become my best friend.

8. I love beer. It seems a lot of girls I meet think beer is nasty but I think it is super delicious and I have no problem drinking it straight outta the bottle, which disgusts my mom but I don’t think it makes me any less classy…

9. I hate when other people do my laundry. I know having a laundry-doer is a dream of many people but I am so particular and hate when other people touch my things.

10. As long as I am in a fully-committed relationship, I don’t need a ring on my finger. I mean, I love diamonds but I don’t think marriage is necessary to “prove my love”…another thing that disgusts my mom. Oh well, such is life.

What rules do you break?

Night-time rituals

When I was younger, I had to listen to the same music box every night or else there was no way I was ever going to sleep. The ritual was: climb into bed, have my mom and dad sing to, have my dad wind up the music box, and drift off to sweet dreams. Now that I’m older and no longer living with my parents (or in possession of the music box…unfortunately a piece broke and we couldn’t find a replacement. I was heartbroken), I still find myself falling into similar patterns to get my body relaxed and ready for bedtime.

My wintertime ritual goes something like this: put on my pajamas and robe, warm up

In my mind, there is nothing better than cozying up on the couch with a warm mug of tea and a shortbread cookie…especially in January and February, easily the coldest and gloomiest months of the winter.

How do you relax and get ready for sleep?