Things I Don’t Blog About

So yesterday, I was casually chatting with my friend Ariel about blogging. She’s the best type of friend to have, because she lets me know when 1. my post is great 2. I need to get off my high horse or, best of all, 3. when I should totally rock something out in a new post. I recommend following her on Twitter, because she’s hysterical.

Anyway, after she read my half marathon post, she told me that it was a breath of fresh air to hear about chub rub and underwear. I mentioned that I really wanted to write about nipple chaffing, but couldn’t find a PC way to talk about it. But then she told me something I really needed to hear…WHO CARES. And she’s right, the blogging world needs less PC posts and more real.

So here it goes…the things I don’t blog about:

1. Taping my nipples before running in a half marathon. Yep, that happened. And I can tell you that it was worth it 50 times over for not having the skin peel off the side of my areola or a bruise covering the entirety of my boob. These are real problems, people.

2. My terrible addiction to quinoa. I eat it no less than 3 times a week, because I can’t get enough. If you follow me on Snapchat (KaitSawyer), you might already know this.

3. Pictures of me without makeup. It’s scary, but in the name of this post, here you go.

4. All the recipes I really mess up. Cooking and baking is a passion of mine, but not everything turns out as planned. I have to be really real with you here and say that if I mess it up, you won’t hear about it. Unless of course I make these posts a habit, in which case, I’ll post some flop pics. In that same breath, food photography is NOT EASY. So half the time, I throw it out on Snapchat and it never quite gets to the blog. Most recently, brown sugar & garlic bowls. See, not pretty, but damn delicious.

 

5. My terrible stomach issues. I shit my pants in Thailand and you might have thought wow, how unfortunate. The reality here is that it wasn’t just a one time thing. Special thanks to GERD and food allergies I can honestly say that you can’t be my friend and not be able to talk about poop.

6. I have a terribly bad habit of not washing my hair, letting coffee cups build up on my desk, not blowing out candles, leaving tissues on my nightstand and not changing the toilet paper roll. All of these things are disgusting, but it’s the truth.

Now that I’ve breathed a little bit of my life into yours, what don’t you blog about? And should I make this a regular type of post where I share my latest unspeakables?