Social Experiments

Good afternoon loves! It's my day off! Woohoo! Damn have I earned this bad boy this week.

If you know anything about me from real life, or from reading my blog, twitter, instagram or pinterest, I hope one of the tidbits you've taken away is that I'm a nerd. Nerd. HUGE nerd. Learning is fun for me and I enjoy most things geeky and obscure.

Being the nerd that I am... I devised an experiment... Will wearing makeup to work increase my tips? If you haven't noticed, I'm not a makeup girl. Hell I can barely paint my nails without looking like I went to a half blind baboon for a mani. It's embarrassing, but it's a fact of life for me. My mom have ULTRA sensitive skin and can't wear it and my grandma is stuck in the pancake days. Ew. Not cute.

I have some Bare Minerals foundation that I bought a year or so ago that has sat unopened and unused. It works as both a foundation and concealer. The lady I bought it from at Sephora told me that much. I also bought some Almay eyeliner and mascara specifically for hazel eyes. I've watched a couple how to videos on youtube, so I just went for it. Why not? What can it hurt? I've always been a big chicken when it comes to eye makeup. Quite afraid of stabbing myself in the eye.

Not too bad for a first attempt, huh?

Seeing as though it's an experiment, I need to be able to replicate the results for it to be filed as a causation, and not just a correlation. Based on last night, I saw a HUGE correlation. I didn't act or dress any differently. I saw about a 50% increase last night. O_O Holy crap. Last night (Tuesday night) I brought home about $100 in tips. DAYUM. A normal night is $50-$60.

After all was said and done... Foundation and eyes..

I didn't think I looked that much different, but I guess I did... My little brother and best guy friend said that I did. I'm not wearing anything but the mascara, eyeliner and foundation. Nothing on my lips or anything... Not too shabby, huh?

Paradigm Shift

When I started From Chunky to Funky, things were much different in my life. I had a job that I adored, I lived on my own (later adding a fiancé), I cooked all my own food, and I knew exactly where my life was going and how I was going to get there...

As the saying goes, "You make plans, God laughs." I was "terminated" (which is a kind way of saying fired) from my position at school. Not that I'm really complaining... Did they have reason to fire me? No. Their reasonings were all completely insane/petty/unfounded (plus I was also able to rebuttal most of them with corrective action and lack of administrative support). Alas, I was canned. I wish I could say that I was upset about this, but I wasn't. Quite the opposite actually. I was upset that I couldn't pay my bills, but I HATED my job. I missed being an actual teacher and my administration... Well... They SUCKED. But this isn't the place for me to rant about asshats... Losing the income meant moving back home, into the bedroom I grew up in. It also meant awkward convos with my car loan people and my bank and it meant that James had to move back with his mother. Ugh.

So, needless to say it's about time to redefine FCTF. To me now, chunky isn't just the state of my body.. Chunky is a state of being. Emotionally, mentally, physically, and spiritually. Chunky is the sadness of missing my fiancé, chunky is the feelings of loss and failure, chunky is my daily being. The paradigm is being shifted. This is no longer a weight loss journey. This is a journey to a better life; to a life that I actually enjoy waking up in. FCTF is my journey. My life. My struggle. My ups and downs.

Normally I don't get this deep on here.. That's going to change. This is my place to be able to post thoughts without my nitpicking father dissecting my every word. This is my place to rant, rave, cry , and rejoice. Join me, won't you?