I have the jitters! Tomorrow I'm starting a diet and it's making me nervous. It isn't so much of a diet as it is healthy living, but for the kid who eats EVERYTHING in site, it's a diet. :) My friend Ashley is a nutrition/dieting genius and she has created a healthy living plan that works wonder. I know because last year I lost 50 pounds by following it! Then I promptly gained all of that weight back. No bueno. So it's summer time and I'm jumping back on the wagon. Mostly because I refuse to buy new pants. If you are interested you should check out her blog- A DAILY DOSE OF DIETING- it's great! It's got tips you can use to stay on track and things you can do to avoid pitfalls. I know that diets aren't everyone's "thing"; they aren't mine either. But this one works because really it's just a healthy lifestyle. I'm posting this picture of my previous before and after to A) serve as proof that this thing works and B) motivate me to stay the HELL away from chocolate cake. :) Wish me luck everybody! Here's to a happy, healthy, and helluva summer!
(Okay... the image won't copy over, so click HERE to see my before and after if you want.)
Thursday, April 30, 2009
Friday, April 24, 2009
What Not to Wear
Every morning I leave the house and it seems that my entire wardrobe seems to leave with me. On any given day I am toting around three different outfits. There is the fabulous black dress pant/ spaghetti perma-stained white button up combo that comes with black non-slip shoes. Then, on a separate hanger you would find a casual business combo of dress slacks with some top and high heels. And finally what I trudge out the door with every morning as I head to campus, the classic jeans and a tee shirt. Throughout the day I change clothes several times: from campus to job #1 (wearing business attire); from job #1 to job #2 (wearing server attire). The system works and it gets me from point A to point B to point C on time.
Yesterday the system failed because I woke up late. I didn't have time to gather all 800 articles of clothing so I jetted out the door and decided to leave class a little early so I could come home and get the necessary garb. It would require a really quick scene change at my apartment, but I would make it work.
2:00 p.m. rolled around and I unfurled my plan. I left class just early enough to allow me to walk to my car, drive the three blocks home, run up stairs to my apartment, and grab the serving clothes. With 20 minutes until I had to be to work, and a 30-min drive ahead of me I was more than out of time. Like a tornado I stripped off the jeans and t-shirt from "campus wear" and practically leapt into my "office wear": dress slacks and a short sleeve sweater. Out the door!
I was feeling good about things once I got to the office. Feeling productive. Happy. On top of the world. My boss came in to talk with me and as I turned my head to see her in the doorway I caught a glimpse of what looked like a seam on my shoulder. What the?
"Is my SHIRT on inside out??" I exclaimed to Tara. I automatically reached up behind my head and found the tag of my sweater waving freely. Seems out. Tags out. I looked ridiculous. Glad my boss could see this moment. Awesome. Time to be funny, make a joke of it I thought.
"Well, at least I remembered to put on pants!" I joked. As I said this I crossed my legs so I could dramatically point out how great my pants looked. Anything to draw attention away from the shirt folly. When I crossed my legs the pant leg came up just over my shoe to reveal the number one faux paus: white socks with black shoes and dress pants. I had forgotten to change my socks!!!
Great. There I sat, a vision of professionalism in an inside out sweater and white running socks. I'm willing to accept the nomination to go on What Not to Wear at any time now. In fact, my boss would really thank you for it.
Yesterday the system failed because I woke up late. I didn't have time to gather all 800 articles of clothing so I jetted out the door and decided to leave class a little early so I could come home and get the necessary garb. It would require a really quick scene change at my apartment, but I would make it work.
2:00 p.m. rolled around and I unfurled my plan. I left class just early enough to allow me to walk to my car, drive the three blocks home, run up stairs to my apartment, and grab the serving clothes. With 20 minutes until I had to be to work, and a 30-min drive ahead of me I was more than out of time. Like a tornado I stripped off the jeans and t-shirt from "campus wear" and practically leapt into my "office wear": dress slacks and a short sleeve sweater. Out the door!
I was feeling good about things once I got to the office. Feeling productive. Happy. On top of the world. My boss came in to talk with me and as I turned my head to see her in the doorway I caught a glimpse of what looked like a seam on my shoulder. What the?
"Is my SHIRT on inside out??" I exclaimed to Tara. I automatically reached up behind my head and found the tag of my sweater waving freely. Seems out. Tags out. I looked ridiculous. Glad my boss could see this moment. Awesome. Time to be funny, make a joke of it I thought.
"Well, at least I remembered to put on pants!" I joked. As I said this I crossed my legs so I could dramatically point out how great my pants looked. Anything to draw attention away from the shirt folly. When I crossed my legs the pant leg came up just over my shoe to reveal the number one faux paus: white socks with black shoes and dress pants. I had forgotten to change my socks!!!
Great. There I sat, a vision of professionalism in an inside out sweater and white running socks. I'm willing to accept the nomination to go on What Not to Wear at any time now. In fact, my boss would really thank you for it.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
I Dreamed a Dream
I'm totally inspired by this. I know this is everywhere right now, but I just love it. Rock on, Susan Boyle. Rock on.
I can't embed it because it's disabled, but it's worth a jog over to YouTube to check it out. Here's to routing for the underdog....
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=luRmM1J1sfg
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