Friday, October 28, 2011

This week 2, beth 0

Alright so one is really a fan of Mondays. We all have our own version of what a Monday is. When you bartend it could be that Friday is your Monday. Or maybe in retail Saturday is your Monday. Either Mondays suck and mine was no shorting in the "sucking department" this week.

So there I am up at 6 am back in the gym, getting my fitness on...attempting to at least. My gym is right next to my office so I pack my gym bag the night before with all my work clothes so I can literally roll out of bed and go.

Well after my workout I notice that I forgot my god damn flip flops for the gym shower! Between my mother being a little wacky with germs and it being ingrained in my head in 7th grade gym class foot fungus is alive and well on all gym bathroom floors. I have size 10 feet they aren't perfect but they are way too cute to get foot fungus I'll tell you that.

My simple solution you ask....I wear my socks in the shower! Ha ha ha ha it's all I could think of to do. The entire time I showered on my tippy toes with socks on! Yep doesn't get much better than that on a Monday.

Oh but wait it totally does get better....ready for this one?!?! It's Friday! Yay happy Friday all! Again here I am up at 6 am arm loads of crap to take down to my car and to boot its 100% snowed last night! I'm scrapping ice off my car and still wiping sleep from my eyes. It's not too bad of a drive into the gym I'm going to do a quick workout and then head into work because I have a 9 am meeting and it's Friday!

Go to get out of my car and grab my gym bag with all my work stuff...oh wait where's my gym bag!?!? IT IS AT MY GOD HOUSE on my living room floor where I left it!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!

As we speak Alex is driving to meet me with said bag half way from our house and the gym because traffic is so bad in the morning that there is no way in hell I'd make it back in time and then to my office.

So he's amazing and this is a great way to end my work week!


I get to work, have to change in the my car in the parking garage (no time to shower). Get all the way upstairs and realize THAT MY PANTS HAD SPLIT DOWN THE MIDDLE!!! I am drinking a bottle of wine tonight!

Tuesday, October 4, 2011

I have to tell the truth....

As all of you as my witness I have fallen so far of the ww (weight watchers) wagon and hit every bump in the road...*which I do believe mine bumps are made out of chocolate, take out thai food, red wine and the occasionally glasses of whiskey* (and by occasionally I mean every weekend) That not only have I managed to gain back the 13 lbs I lost but I did it in record time.

My acceptance speech would go something like this... I would like to thank the food network for putting skinny people on your tv shows while explaining how yummy there favorite thing to eat in the world is which is my guess about 10,000 calories of fun and god knows if they eat it and look like they do maybe if I eat a lasagna sandwich (yes it is a real thing) I would look like them too! I would also like to thank my best friend called boredom and being on vacation all summer long....while I know I am an emotional eater I have also discovered in the little crazy thing called life "when left to my own devices alone all day I will eat myself out of house and home one little bite at a time..."

So moral of the story I find comfort in not just comfort foods but any kind of food! The battle of the bulge continues on. But riddle me the hell can you say no to good times out with friends, brand new restaurants that are calling my name and special occasions which all seem to a. revolve around food; b. happen every weekend and c. (most importantly) happen EVERY SINGLE TIME I TELL MYSELF TO GET BACK ON THIS DAMN DIET!

So thus my struggle with the eternal battle of the bulge. On a positive note I didn't throw out a lot of my clothes when I lost the weight so I don't have to buy a new wardrobe again (god that would be depressing) and since my mom now weighs the same as Kate Moss (god that IS depressing but good for you mom) she can pass all of her old double digit sizes to yours truly....

~Much love you tubby friend on the North Shore....sweater season is upon us....

P.s. Note to self bulky sweaters make chubby people look even worse! I am screwed and going to the gym VERY SOON...and by very soon I mean Thursday morning. *fingers crossed