Christmas is Here!!!

It FINALLY came!  The day of all days!  Most. Awesome. Day. Ever.  And it felt just like Christmas!

We didn't quite make it to Health Heaven {aka Whole Foods} yesterday.  And I have no idea whyyy.  Did writing the gazillion word previous post get in the way?  Ehh, perhaps.  We decided to were forced into an easy low-key Saturday after we stayed up so late awaiting Michael Myers the night before.

Jason studied a bit.  I wrote a bit.  And Tampa... well... he worked on his Superhero skills.  So we pushed Christmas back a day, ordered some Pei Wei and set up camp on the chaise together.  Rented a flick.  Nothing I'd brag about.  The ending was interesting... and caused a reverse bungy from my heart to my head... but I'll feel through those thoughts another day.  {Yep, I meant to type those words... in that order.}

I capped off the slumber party by doing a bit of vegan research for today's trip, which we almost postponed... again.  Whichever shady bitch is making me not feel so well lately decided to recruit her bully friends for a bit of a gang up today.  Yep, they almost took me down... almost.  But like I said... you just gotta fight like hell. Tyson vs Holyfield, remember?

Scrappy. Ass. Shit.

{Took a double dose... just to be safe.  Shady bitches ain't ruining my Christmas!
Famous last words.  Oh no?  That's not an old adage?
Two-faced bitches really got me good.}

Waited for the double dose to kick in and off we went to Christmas shop.

Like I said the other day, I'm going vegan... ish.  Some may think that is very 'noncommittal' of me... but my hero makes her own rules.  I'm not trying to morph into the 'vegan stereotype'.  Nope.  {Although I have no problem with it and totally understand why one would choose to... more on that in a bit.}  My desire is simply to see if I can heal with food what doctors cannot with medicine.  


Now, I'm sure some people will think I'm talking crazy... she's off her rocker!  Well, to those I say... Riddle me this:  If we believe the pills that we put into our bodies have {because they do!} this miraculous effect on our ailments, then why do we find it so difficult to believe what we eat - our fuel - matters all that much to the improvement of our illnesses?  Well, I'm choosing to believe that it does.

Because of scientific evidence?  Uh-huh.
Because of medical research?  Yup.
Because my magic pill doesn't exist yet?  Y-E-S

{Wanna know what $176 looks like?  Yup, WF wasn't cheap.  But wasn't ridiculous either.
I'm sure that we'll find a good shopping system that includes a few different stores to better economize.
Everyone say Hi to Jason('s reflection)!}

You may find me crazy.  Total nut job.  And that's ok.

Like I mentioned last week, I was recently promoted:  CEO of Save My Ass.  Big office.  Nice view.
{Go me!!!  What was that?  A celebration dinner to honor this grand promotion... no no, you mustn't!}

We tend to believe that we'd do a much better job if ever we landed such a prominent position... And if you're thinking this...  You'd be right.  Because the company is called Save MY Ass.

Not Save Her Ass.
Not Save His Ass.
It's Save MY Ass.

So what works for you may not work for Joe Schmo.  What works for me... well... works for me!  And I will be doing one big ass happy dance the day that I discover my magic 'pill'.

Now, we know that too many diseases don't have the magic-make-it-disappear-pill yet.  But, in regards to 'healing'... why does a particular treatment work for some, yet not all?

Maybe it's just because our DNA is different.  I mean, if DNA can create such an amazingly diverse {and equally beautiful!} human species, then why would we expect for all treatments and medications to offer the same desired results?  If we all reacted the same way to everything, then either all or none of us would have allergic reactions to bees.  Or nuts.  Or douche bags.

So, I'm gonna keep throwing my darts and seeing how they land.  It if resembles anything like my real life attempts at a bulls eye... it'll end up on the floor.  Or in the door.  Or hitting an unsuspecting bar bitch.  Duuuude!  Tell me you got that on video?!

Strategy #142 in my search for wellness:  A cleaner diet.

{Go ahead... have a snoop.  Let the judgement begin!  Yes, that caffeine in the Tazo box.
And yesssss, that's a wine bottle.  But tonight's girly night!
Like I said... I'm a work in progress.}

I was gonna create a thorough grocery list... like a proper little lady would.  And then I remembered... Me?  A proper little lady?  Ha!  Ya, not so much.  I mean, you can't wear your Batgirl shirt and accessorize with a list.  Just doesn't go.  So, forget the list... we just went playing!  Ehh, shopping?  PotAto, potaaato.  Whatever.

Speaking of matching and mismatching... let's get back to that whole 'dressing like a vegan' stereotype.  I get it.  No.  I totally get it.  It's hard - and I mean HARD - to fathom not eating meat, fish, poultry, dairy.  {Although I do still plan to have a piece of fish on occasion.  But I am cutting refined sugars and all associated devils out of my diet, with very very occasional indulgences.  Really just going for an anti-inflammatory diet.  Like I said... My hero makes up her own damn rules.}

Where were we?  Oh ya, the stereotype.  Well, I figure, since I get to make up my very own new diet eating lifestyle... I sure as shit can make up my own Superhero badass style too!  I've always dressed to my own tune, so why conform now?  Even though I plan to be a frequent shopper at Whole Foods, I think that I'll leave my granola-gear in the closest at whatever store sells it.

{My friend, Steph, posted this on my Facebook wall with a caption that read...
'Reminds me of u... :)  In a Sophisticated Superhero'ish way!'
I say... Thanks Steph!  Love it.  Love it.  HAVE TO HAVE IT!}

Turning my nose up at granola-gear?  Nope.  Not at all.  I appreciate Superhero duds of all types.  I just will not ever never ever feel forced to transform into someone I am not.  {Been there.  Done that.  Lesson learned.}  SO, I may be sporting tennis shoes a bit a lot more often than my stilettos these day... but I'm pairing them and my BADASS BATGIRL shirt with some pretty off the hook accessories!

Chandelier earrings?  Check.
Excessive bangles?  Double Check.
Over-the-top necklaces?  HELL YES!

Oh ya, it's happening.  We're doing it.  And doing it MY way.


{Some really old rap song featuring the lyrics 'my way' totally just entered my head.  Greatttt... now it's playing on a loop.}

Well, the double dose I took this morning wore off a long long while ago.  But I'm gonna take a few an overdose in preparation for GIRLY TV NIGHT with my Monday night BFF.  We're wayyyy behind on The Bachelorette so tonight is catch-up night!

Thanks for reading with all of your awesomeness!!!

Until tomorrow ~

Joanna {Super duper pooped hero in the making}