The Best Part

I'm going to share a few gems with you from my day yesterday.

The best part of my spa day? When the adorable Asian man doing my nails asked how it was that I don't have a boyfriend. "Why not? You so pretty!" And I was like,

I took it as the highest of compliments.

The best part of Mary Poppins? The little girl sitting a few rows up from me who kept making shadow puppets. Apparently she was more entertained by herself than by the show.

The best part of seeing the The Host at midnight? When "Radioactive" by Imagine Dragons played during the ending credits. That was really the only thing I loved about that movie.

Paranoia

I've learned something about myself over the past couple of weeks. The only times I suffer from extreme paranoia are when I'm exercising. I don't know why - I can't explain it.

But for some reason, when I go on a run through my neighborhood, I'm pretty sure I'm either being followed by a serial rapist, coyotes or a T-Rex (Jurassic-Park-style).

Even when I go to the gym, I feel like someone is following me from machine to machine. Just waiting until I leave the building so they can pounce on me and throw me into the trunk of their car. Like I live in an episode of One Tree Hill or something.

I learn something new about myself every day.

My Name is Kari Ensign

and I'm addicted to Coke. The soda, people. Come on. Who do you think I am?!? But seriously. I only drink one a day, but if I don't have that one Coke, I'm pretty sure that I start to look like this:

So, I've decided. Starting in April, I'm going to try going soda-free. Just to prove to myself and everyone else that I can do it.

I can do it, right??? Deep breaths.