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| back on track...had the best weekend in vegas... gambling...drinking...clubbin'...grubbing....
this past wknd went up to mammoth to go boarding.....so after two hedonistic weekends and following the healing process of a bruised tailbone (ouch)...I'm BACK!!!! (and need more motivation than ever).
I wish mtv's making the band 3 was on dvd. i love that show! and it totally motivates me to stay on track. especially, after you see the transformation of some of those girls. i think secretly, everyone wants to be a cute popstar, shaking their moneymaker on stage, no?
Boom Boom Kat!
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| This week was so bad for me...
PMS'ing, which causes me to stuff my face...
Stress from work which causes me to comfort myself with goodies...
Being too busy to have a healthy meal which causes me to eat fast food...
Being too busy, stressed, bloated to work out...
taking me to Ruth's Chris Steakhouse for
Valentine's Day and ordering the porterhouse for two, creamed corn,
creamed spinach, loaded baked potato and a bottle of wine (cringe)
This weekend will not be any better as I am going to Vegas. Land
of the free alcohol and all you can eat buffets. I decided to
just enjoy myself this wknd and get back on the proverbial wagon on
Monday (wait, Monday is a holiday... ok, ok, Monday). Fo Sho!
What causes you to fall off the wagon?

Oh yeah. thanks for the comments y'all! i really appreciate them!
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| so saturday morning, i had a nerve-wracking moment. my fiance ( ) and i had just got back from the gym and he was making protein shakes for us (what a doll). celebrity fit club was on in the background (wtf happened to kelly lebrock???). well anyways, the b-listers were doing their weigh in when to my horror, gets the brilliant idea of having our own weigh-in. mind you, i've never revealed my weight to him before.
gets on the scale first. he comes in at 180. he's disappointed, he hasn't gained more weight. yes, gained. (he's trying to put on more mass). then, i get on the scale... dun dun DUN...152 pounds. i didn't even dare look to see 's reaction. but you know what? it wasn't so bad. i felt liberated in a way. so, now i think i'm ready to have a weight tracker on my xanga. problem is, i dont know how. where do i get one?
i realize that having your significant other know how much you weigh can be good. before, i guarded the secret of how much i weighed with my life. but for what? its not like i can hide the love handles and then some, right? i think an integral aspect of weight loss involves being truthful to yourself. and by being truthful, i mean, not trying to front like you weigh the the same as stated in your 8 year-old driver's license-- 125 pounds. (Yes, the cruel State of California requires one to list their weight on their license. As if, the terrible picture isn't enough.)
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| Sometimes it's hard doing cardio for a good 45 minutes to an hour without a little help. Good music and brainless reading usually do the trick. But I've found that buying the random magazine here and there can add up. So, I decided to subscribe to a celebrity rag for some glossy full paged thinspiration. I found a site where you can subscribe to OK magazine for a full year for only $5.95!
Check it out:
https://www.595mags.com/product.php?productid=42881&cat=321&page=1

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| I have a tendency to forget things. Like today.
So, I decided working out in the morning would promote consistency and motivation to eat healthier throughout the day. In an effort to save time, I lugged all my stuff to the gym in order to get ready for work there. After showering, I discovered I had forgotten to pack a bra. (I wore my sports bra to the gym and forgot that I couldn't wear my industrial strength sports bra under my work clothes.) I had two choices - I could either go braless or put my sports bra back (which I had sweated all morning in) on. Luckily, the gym is only a 5 minute drive from home. I decided to go commando. However, I did have to exit the gym and get into my car braless, which is not an easy feat when you are a 38D. I think I did pretty well with my placing-the-gym-bag-across-chest-while-crossing-arms maneuver! I did get some dirty locker room looks when I put my shirt on without a bra ("how scandalous!", "slut!").
The bra isn't the only thing I've forgotten to take to the gym, for instance... my ipod... socks... shoes... a hair tie.... Sometimes, I think I forget things subconsciously in order to sabotage my workout by making an excuse to turn around and go home. Has anyone else forgotten essential gym items that they couldn't work out without?
looks like someone else left their bra at home...

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