I am turning into my mother.

This has been happening for a long time. My sister occasionally calls me "Little Terrie" because she says I sound exactly like my mother. And ex-boyfriend who knew my mom pretty well (he was a friend of my living-with-us nephew long before we dated) once said, "Uh, okay Terrie" in response to something I was nagging him about (ouch). On the other hand, my mom occasionally calls me Greg Jr. (my dad) when I start getting impatient and cranky. But anyway. I'm turning into my mom.

How? I clean house in my pjs. I can't tell you how many times friends would come home with me after school and as we walked through the door, my mom was running out of the room & upstairs to actually put on some clothes. And a bra. Because she'd have spent the entire day cleaning house and if you're cleaning, what's the point of putting on normal clothes? Or a bra for that matter. So yes. Today I've spent a few hours moving furniture and sweeping and swiffering and half-assedly dusting. I'm not a fan of dusting. And I'm still in the same thing I wore to bed last night.

My mother would not call the state of my apartment "clean" but my eyes have started to get red & itchy and I'm sneezing up a storm, so it's time for me to quit.

This podcast gives me the giggles. It's basically just two comedians from Vancouver who sometimes have a guest and talk about ridiculous things. It's pretty awesome.

Stop Podcasting Yourself!

I often tell people I have very eclectic taste in music. Lots of people say this, or something along the lines of "I listen to EVERYTHING." Well, this is a small sampling of music that came up on random in an iTunes playlist entitled "Awesome."

I think that qualifies as a little bit of everything.

So I'm not so great with the whole "updating" thing. I update my Tumblr in spurts, not posting anything for a few days, then linking to four music videos on YouTube & reblogging something from The Atlantic. As for my LiveJournal, I NEVER update that anymore. And this blog? I forget about it until I go to comment on someone else's blog. So here I am again.

The biggest thing that's going on right now in my life is a whole heap of uncertainty. So, backstory. Two years ago, the airline I worked for merged with another airline to create a ginormous airline. A few days ago, the last hurdle to moving forward was jumped. And I am no longer represented by a labor union. This is slightly scary for me only because I have no idea how things work without a union. With my old airline, I had a contract. I could look things up in my contract. I could quote my contract. So when the Company wanted me to do something that was against my contract, I could say, "That's against my contract, so you can't make me do that." And the Company would say, "Okay, fine, you're right. You don't have to do that." Now? I guess there is a policy manual? But it gets changed at the company's discretion? And also, I'm pretty sure the way I work will be different now. The way I've worked for 3 years is that I am basically on call 18 days out of the month. For example, I am on call right now. When I'm on call, I just have to be able to get to the airport within 2 hours if they need me. Sometimes they need me. Sometimes they don't. But I have a guaranteed amount of hours that they will pay me for, whether I fly them or not. But with the New Company, I'm not sure how that will work because they do not have straight reserve flight attendants. So yes. A big huge ball of uncertainty that is making my stomach do loop-the-loops.

Otherwise, things are going okay. Last time I posted, I said I was 6 pounds away from my goal. Well, I met it and I surpassed it. At least, I'd surpassed it the last time I weighed myself. I don't currently own a scale and while I've thought about purchasing one, I have no intention of doing so any time soon. My skinny jeans fit and I'm pretty damn comfortable with how I look. I occasionally slip up and do things like eat an entire pint of ice cream, but for the most part, I'm working on intuitive eating and moderation. Go me!

I had a birthday last week & I turned 27. I did not do anything for my birthday because I was working, so I ended up walking around a mall in Sacramento by myself and getting ice cream in my hair. Because even at age 27, I cannot always eat ice cream without getting it in my hair. Turning 27 feels strange. I started telling people I was already 27 a good two months before my birthday. And the day didn't feel special. But the age itself feels strange. I think because when I was a little girl playing Barbies, 27 was always the age that I gave to my Barbies that were successful career ladies, usually with a degree in Art History. My Barbies were cultured, damn it. So here I am, at 27 and while I have a degree (an honors degree, at that, in journalism), I don't know if I would use the word "successful" to describe myself. I'm on the downward slide into my 30s, which is not to say that 30 is the be-all-end-all, but I've always hoped that I'd have my shit together by the time I hit 30. Guess I have 3 years to figure it out.

Too little, too late

So, the creation of this blog stemmed from the fact that I'd been blogging my weight loss at my LiveJournal since January. And I'd started reading other weight loss blogs and I wanted to share my story, but I didn't really want to advertise my LJ because it goes back about 5 years and most of it is personal crap.

But by the time I created this blog, I'd already lost 30 pounds, which was only 10 pounds away from my 40 pound goal. And sure, I could have just picked up from there, but it seemed a little anti-climactic, especially since these last 15 pounds or so have felt pretty effortless and no one wants to read, "Oh wow, I stepped on the scale and saw I've lost 4 pounds in the last two weeks! How'd that happen?"

Hence the title of this post: Too little, too late. At this point, I'm 6 pounds away from my original goal and I'm currently lounging around the house in the pair of jeans I couldn't even pull up past my thighs in January when I started my weight loss journey.

(Can I just take a quick aside and mention how much I detest the phrase "weight loss journey"? I don't know why I hate it so much, but I feel like it sounds so damn cheesy and fake. But I've been writing about it for 7 months now and I still haven't come up with a better phrase. So I'll use it, begrudgingly.)

Also in the meantime, I discovered Tumblr and it is just so freaking easy to update Tumblr that I don't even update my LJ as much because I'd rather be pithy and short on Tumblr or post a link to a music video or web comic rather than take the time to write out a proper blog post. There's a word for this. It's lazy. I am it. But I have this blog and I want to make something out of it. It'll just take some time to figure out what that will be.

In my next update, I'm going to write up a summary of my weight loss, starting with the whole awesome back story of how I ended up weighing 195 pounds. And there will be a post about rompers, a clothing item that I am a bit obsessed with at the moment, despite the fact that it is ridiculously unflattering on me. And this summer, I am finally going to read To Kill a Mockingbird, an American classic I managed to completely miss out on reading thanks to going to 3 different high schools.

So that's what's to come on Up in the Air. There might even be a post or two about my crazy life as a flight attendant (it's really not as crazy as you might think).

Hi there!

I've been trying to come up with a non-dorky intro post for this blog, but thus far I've failed. I thought about just jumping right in without an introduction, but I didn't like that idea either. So, we'll go with a standard dorky hello!

I'm Sarah, but you can call me SkyGirl. Or Sarah. But SkyGirl makes me sound like a super-hero, which is pretty cool. I'm not a super-hero, but I AM a flight attendant, which is kind of like being a super-hero because I can fly and also time-travel. Case in point, I am in Japan right now and when I get back to Minneapolis, I will arrive before I will have left Japan, so I will be coming from the future. And here's a secret, you guys: In the future...everyone speaks JAPANESE!!!!

That joke never gets old for me.

So yes, I'm a flight attendant who lives in Minneapolis. Besides flying & traveling time, I'm interested in personal style, weight loss & books. So those are some of the things I'll talk about here.

My blog is called Up in the Air b/c that's the status of a ridiculous amount of things in my life. It sure does make life interesting.

So yeah, that's it for now. See you again soon!