Tuesday, September 29, 2009


I had a lot of fun on the date last Thursday. So much fun I didn’t get in until 1:30 p.m. And I paid for it at work the next day. (Who am I?)

We did have a talk about actually scheduling a date in advance with me too. We’ll see how it goes but this week is filling up and I haven't heard from him yet. Well, haven't heard from him isn't entirely true, but he hasn't asked me out yet. Not good.

Friday Weigh-in

I lost a pound. Not sure what this week holds though since I snuck on the scale yesterday and found myself four pounds heavier. Sigh.

Thursday, September 24, 2009

A little spontaneity, please

I’m not a spontaneous person. I’m just not. I’m a planner to the core. I’m the type of person who plans to do nothing. Meaning, if I’ve been running around like crazy and need a day to chill, I plan it and let people know. For example, Sunday I’m doing nothing. Just so you know.

So anyway, the Italian Stallion and I (you can read about our non-eventful first date here) have been having a hard time getting it together. He’s obviously a laid back, fly by the seat of his pants kinda guy. Me? Absolutely not. His approach: asking me out on the same day (I’m a busy girl, you have to get on my calendar if you want to see me), calling too late at night (I go to bed early because I need my beauty sleep), I let him know good days to plan something and he went MIA (what?).

So, when he asked me out last week I told him that it just wasn’t going to work out between us. He couldn’t plan a date with me in advance, so I obviously wasn’t a priority to him.

But did he go away? Nope. He set a date and wore me down.

We went out on Monday…and I had a great time. And there may, or may not have been some end of the night kissing. (Don’t judge, it’s been a long time)

He’s really funny. And I love funny! And he’s a guy, with dude hobbies. (Hard to find in a city full of metrosexuals) He holds down a professional nine to five AND he likes to work on cars and has a boat and fishes. And I’m digging that! Not sure where this is going, if anywhere, but for now it’s fun, and that’s good.

That is until I turned back into myself this morning when asked me out again—for tonight. Really? Back to that again? My first reaction was to tell him no. And I did. I have plans. I’m going to my power sculpting class after work and then enjoying the season premiere of Grey’s Anatomy.

I shared this with BFF (who’s been on this dudes side from the beginning) who gave me a swift kick in the ass lovingly guided me to see the beauty of my situation. She told me to stop thinking so much and just go. This is the time in your life to be spontaneous. You’ll miss the freedom once it’s no longer an option. One day you’ll be stuck walking up and down the street looking for your kid’s lost shoe…for the third time, like me. I wish I could just go workout and then go on a date.

And when she put it that way, she’s absolutely right. Thanks BFF! Maybe I do need to loosen up and just go with the flow a little more often. I’m single and young (kinda) and should be having fun, damn it!

So, I sent him a text and told him to meet me at 8:30 p.m. I’ll let you know how it goes!

Friday, September 18, 2009

Friday weigh-in

It's been awhile since I've posted...but since I haven't lost or gained in the last two weeks let's just pretend it hasn't been because honestly, you haven't missed a thing.

Nothing good that is.

All bad stuffing my face, drinking and not exercising.

I survived my brother's visit with out gaining weight which is pretty much a miracle. I'm not even going to lie and say I made the best food choices. There were just so many opportunities not to. (Do people really order wheat buns at Johnny Rockets? Seems pointless if you're getting the cheeseburger and onion rings.) And nothing is better after a night of drinking than a Philly cheese steak. (The grease absorbs the alcohol. Really. It does.)

My choices haven't been as terrible this week but I know my portions have been on the grand side.

So stepping on the scale this morning I fully expected to see the numbers go up but nope, nothing. So I'm pretty freakin' happy about that.

Now it's back to working out and scaling down the portions. Seriously. I mean, I'm going to Vegas in a month to see my man and I don't want to feel like the Pillsbury Dough Boy.


Sunday, September 6, 2009

Don't hate

I have a date and I’m so excited!

We decided to meet up in Vegas at the Mandalay Bay Resort while I’m there for SITScation and he’ll be in town for business.

It’s still over a month away (October 17) but I just can’t stop thinking about it! What I'm I going to wear, dress or pants? Heels or flats? Hair up or down?

You may know my love interest.

His name is Justin Timberlake. I call him J.T. cause we’re cool like that.

And yeah, I guess he’s going to be there with some friends (Taylor Swift, Ciara, Alicia Keys, TLC (the living members)) and there will be like 12,000 other people there. But there’s not a doubt in my mind that he’ll be singing to me. Oh yeah!

Friday, September 4, 2009

Friday weigh-in

I didn’t lose any weight this week.

Not one measly little pound.

Not an ounce.

I’m trying not to get discouraged. I mean, at least I didn’t gain any weight.

Next week could get very ugly though. My younger brother is coming to visit and will be staying with me for six days. That’s six days where a lot can go wrong. Fast food, drinking, funnel cakes at Six Flags, drinking, movie theater popcorn, drinking.

I do plan on cooking while he’s here but I’m not going to make him eat grilled chicken and broccoli either. I’m not that mean. So I’m going to focus on eating smaller portions and making the best choices possible when we are out. However, that does not mean that I’m going deprive myself of some treats…mainly the funnel cake. I'll just make him walk around the park really fast in hopes that it'll help burn off the extra calories. Or I could just get on some crazy spinning ride that makes me puke. Ride-induced bulimia. Hmmm. Totally kidding!

There really won’t be that much drinking, on my part anyway, and that's mainly because I’m old and don’t bounce back the next day like I used to.

So anyway, here's the plan: squeeze in an extra workout before he comes, make the best food choice possible, watch my portions, limit the drinking, and ride-induced bulimia. Kidding, kidding.

Hope you have a great holiday weekend!