Day 1
9/21/09
210 lbs
Feeling: excited to get started!
As the boy and I are approaching our one year anniversary, it has come to my attention that my ass has become quite sizeable. In one respect I can blame it on the delicious meals and wine my beloved has served over the last 336 days. In another it can be perceieved that I've grown lazy and comfortable and really, let's face it "happy fat"!
But this has got to change; it has got to change. And so today I begin a workout regimine and diet to strip off the 60 plus pounds I've accumulated in the past four, maybe five years. Yes, that's right. 60. Jesus, its hard to type that.
Today I start Nutrisystem and Curves to health-ily remove those extra pounds and become the svelt slim person I once was...
Wish me luck! Ill be keeping you posted on my progress...
Hne
Monday, September 21, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
A woman of many talents.
Last night during our weekly Tuesday night Sushi night, my adoring and lovingly attentive husband pointed out to me that I am a woman of many talents. And since he's away for the evening and I'm here alone, I began to ponder our conversation...
His assessment of me was this:
1. I am an astute Business woman: I may at times disagree; my lack of strategic insight is sometimes made up for by my ability to simply align with the fact that most things, when given the right amount of thought are plain old common sense.
2. I am somtimes a Motivational and Spiritual speaker: Let's face it - if you need to philosophize on all things karmic, I'm probably your girl. A very smart woman once told me that what you put out into the Universe comes back; negative thoughts spur negativity - and likewise, positive thoughts can yield positive manifestations of your own exciting destiny. I will win the lottery, I will win the lottery...I digress. You know what I mean.
3. I sometimes revert back to a 14 - year old Gossip Girl: I make no apologies. I am, without a doubt, addicted to all things Twilight. My guilty pleasure is nothing more than a weekly celebrity gossip magazine, and while pink may not be my favorite color, you'll never find me turning down a fun piece of costume jewelry or a bargain bin sale.
Quite frankly, I think his observation was right on point. And who knows, maybe I'm more than those three things; certainly I'm not all 3 at once, but it sure makes for an interesting evening. And you know what? Maybe Liz Phair had it right all along....
"I am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me
I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess..."
His assessment of me was this:
1. I am an astute Business woman: I may at times disagree; my lack of strategic insight is sometimes made up for by my ability to simply align with the fact that most things, when given the right amount of thought are plain old common sense.
2. I am somtimes a Motivational and Spiritual speaker: Let's face it - if you need to philosophize on all things karmic, I'm probably your girl. A very smart woman once told me that what you put out into the Universe comes back; negative thoughts spur negativity - and likewise, positive thoughts can yield positive manifestations of your own exciting destiny. I will win the lottery, I will win the lottery...I digress. You know what I mean.
3. I sometimes revert back to a 14 - year old Gossip Girl: I make no apologies. I am, without a doubt, addicted to all things Twilight. My guilty pleasure is nothing more than a weekly celebrity gossip magazine, and while pink may not be my favorite color, you'll never find me turning down a fun piece of costume jewelry or a bargain bin sale.
Quite frankly, I think his observation was right on point. And who knows, maybe I'm more than those three things; certainly I'm not all 3 at once, but it sure makes for an interesting evening. And you know what? Maybe Liz Phair had it right all along....
"I am extraordinary, if you'd ever get to know me
I am extraordinary, I am just your ordinary
Average every day sane psycho
Supergoddess..."
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Chivalry is in fact, dead.
I've said it before and I’ll say it again. Chivalry is dead. Forget the good old days when people held doors open (now they're automatic), when they said please and thank you (now you're lucky if you get a head nod much less a grunt) and long gone are the days when a man stood and freed his seat for an expecting woman (What? It’s not his fault she's standing for two).
This morning I reached the bus stop just in time to board behind two young, strong, and seemingly polite men. As I climb on fresh and ready to start my day, I find that there are no more seats. OK, I think and shrug. I assume the position to stand for the 12 mile trek to the City. Arms flanked on either side of me clutching the, for lack of a better word, overhead bin of the bus – I feel like Touchdown Jesus or the Karate Kid minus the awesome jump kick he does at the end. As I’m holding on for dear life, sweating away the mineral makeup I applied so gingerly this morning, it occurs to me; every single person occupying the aisle seats this morning is a man! Well surely, I think, given their proximity to me and the fact that I’m standing is the perfect opportunity for one to brush up on their chivalry manners and offer me, the only woman on the bus standing, their seat.
Before we reach the arches of the Lincoln Tunnel, about 45 minutes into our 55 minute drive, it becomes increasingly clear to me that not a single one of these men will stand and offer their seat to me.
Now a few things enter my mind. What if I were a cute Blonde wearing a cute black dress? Oh that’s right. I am. What if I were a cute Blonde pregnant woman? (Don’t get any ideas!). What if I were just a woman, the only woman, standing on a bus full of men, overweight men, and young men, ugly and attractive men reading newspapers, Blackberrying, sleeping? Surely their mothers, grandmothers, wives, sisters, nieces, etc., would be sick to themselves with shame that they wouldn't have given up their seat, right?
Not quite. While I’m stuck staring down at the Kangol-hat-wearing-metro-sexual listening to “Bella’s Lullaby” on his iPod shuffle, I come to the conclusion that yes, chivalry is dead. Even Touchdown Jesus would have at least offered His seat to me, and he’s an inanimate object!
Let us all bow our heads in mourning for the dearly departed Chivalry. May it rest in…no! May it stand, for all eternity, in traffic in the Lincoln Tunnel.
This morning I reached the bus stop just in time to board behind two young, strong, and seemingly polite men. As I climb on fresh and ready to start my day, I find that there are no more seats. OK, I think and shrug. I assume the position to stand for the 12 mile trek to the City. Arms flanked on either side of me clutching the, for lack of a better word, overhead bin of the bus – I feel like Touchdown Jesus or the Karate Kid minus the awesome jump kick he does at the end. As I’m holding on for dear life, sweating away the mineral makeup I applied so gingerly this morning, it occurs to me; every single person occupying the aisle seats this morning is a man! Well surely, I think, given their proximity to me and the fact that I’m standing is the perfect opportunity for one to brush up on their chivalry manners and offer me, the only woman on the bus standing, their seat.
Before we reach the arches of the Lincoln Tunnel, about 45 minutes into our 55 minute drive, it becomes increasingly clear to me that not a single one of these men will stand and offer their seat to me.
Now a few things enter my mind. What if I were a cute Blonde wearing a cute black dress? Oh that’s right. I am. What if I were a cute Blonde pregnant woman? (Don’t get any ideas!). What if I were just a woman, the only woman, standing on a bus full of men, overweight men, and young men, ugly and attractive men reading newspapers, Blackberrying, sleeping? Surely their mothers, grandmothers, wives, sisters, nieces, etc., would be sick to themselves with shame that they wouldn't have given up their seat, right?
Not quite. While I’m stuck staring down at the Kangol-hat-wearing-metro-sexual listening to “Bella’s Lullaby” on his iPod shuffle, I come to the conclusion that yes, chivalry is dead. Even Touchdown Jesus would have at least offered His seat to me, and he’s an inanimate object!
Let us all bow our heads in mourning for the dearly departed Chivalry. May it rest in…no! May it stand, for all eternity, in traffic in the Lincoln Tunnel.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
OK, Maybe I Was a Bit Harsh
Ok NY, I get it. We all have bad days. Maybe I was a little rash dumping you like a Rock of Love bus girl on a Tuesday of all days. I know we can work this out and establish a solid frienship again; after all, you do have some redeeming qualities.
Of course I don't feel like listing them all right now, so we'll just pretend that I already have.
Besides, it might not even be your fault-I do spend the majority of my time in the Dirty Jerz.
Of course I don't feel like listing them all right now, so we'll just pretend that I already have.
Besides, it might not even be your fault-I do spend the majority of my time in the Dirty Jerz.
Tuesday, May 26, 2009
Dear NY, I'm Breaking Up With You and I'd Like my Personal Space Back!
Its been three long years since I first ventured to NYC from DE and I've got to tell ya, I'm ready to move back. There are countless times each day that I curse my commute from a beautiful house in Bloomfield to the wicked grey garden of the City. If I could transplant the house and my job to greener pastures, I would; I can't afford the carry on fees.
New York, why do your narrow sidewalks always seem to be under the awning of construction? Why do tourists flood the sidewalk in zombie like droves like peaceful building watchers who clog the streets with flash photography and faux Louis Vuitton bags?
I'm so tired of waiting at a light and getting brushed in the back by one of your cynical city dwellers, pushing their way through a crowded sidewalk corner just to be the first to cross the street when the light turns green.
I'm tired of feeling so alone in a city full of so many people. In your efforts to make me feel part of your incrowd, I feel exhausted at your empty promises and seemingly endless diversity and I mean the crazy kind.
New York, I'm tired of feeling like a bad person because you've taught me that if I'm behind someone walking slower than I am, be it a Grandma or a toddler, that its ok to push past them briskly and say nothing.
I'm tired of politely holding the door open for rude commuters only to have them briskly sidle past me and step on my newly manicured toes.
And frankly, I'm tired of sitting closer to the stranger on the subway than I do my own husband at the movies.
New York, I've had it with you. And if Frankie says I can make it there, then I'm ready to make it anywhere else.
Its been fun.
H
New York, why do your narrow sidewalks always seem to be under the awning of construction? Why do tourists flood the sidewalk in zombie like droves like peaceful building watchers who clog the streets with flash photography and faux Louis Vuitton bags?
I'm so tired of waiting at a light and getting brushed in the back by one of your cynical city dwellers, pushing their way through a crowded sidewalk corner just to be the first to cross the street when the light turns green.
I'm tired of feeling so alone in a city full of so many people. In your efforts to make me feel part of your incrowd, I feel exhausted at your empty promises and seemingly endless diversity and I mean the crazy kind.
New York, I'm tired of feeling like a bad person because you've taught me that if I'm behind someone walking slower than I am, be it a Grandma or a toddler, that its ok to push past them briskly and say nothing.
I'm tired of politely holding the door open for rude commuters only to have them briskly sidle past me and step on my newly manicured toes.
And frankly, I'm tired of sitting closer to the stranger on the subway than I do my own husband at the movies.
New York, I've had it with you. And if Frankie says I can make it there, then I'm ready to make it anywhere else.
Its been fun.
H
Tuesday, March 17, 2009
I'm surrounded by drunk, angry leprechans
There was a time that I relished in a cold, green beer in the mid-morning of St. Patrick's day. Rubbing shoulders with other fellow "Irish-for-the-day" revelers was a common affair each year requiring a shopping excursion for the best tiny green baby tee with an Irish enuendo emblazoned across the chest and a tiny packed Irish Pub blasting the Flogging Mollys.
We (and you know who you are) would dig out mounds of shamrock shaped beeds, search for the perfect green accessories (purse, hair ribbons and socks) to complete our festive looks all so we could drunkenly stumble thru the streets of Hoboken or Manhattan celebrating this American holiday while needing a mid afternoon sopping meal from McDonalds (you know, that Irish place?)
Today, as I leave my office to head home I can't help but wonder why I didn't take today off to drink green beer and celebrate that St. Patrick drove the slithering snakes from Ireland many many years ago. At least I think he did.
And then it hits me. Literally, a drunken, hungry, street meat craving leprechan, springs off the sidewalks chanting in his faux slurring Irish Brougue...."Kish Me, I'm Iris"
And then I realize...I'm too effing old for this shit.
We (and you know who you are) would dig out mounds of shamrock shaped beeds, search for the perfect green accessories (purse, hair ribbons and socks) to complete our festive looks all so we could drunkenly stumble thru the streets of Hoboken or Manhattan celebrating this American holiday while needing a mid afternoon sopping meal from McDonalds (you know, that Irish place?)
Today, as I leave my office to head home I can't help but wonder why I didn't take today off to drink green beer and celebrate that St. Patrick drove the slithering snakes from Ireland many many years ago. At least I think he did.
And then it hits me. Literally, a drunken, hungry, street meat craving leprechan, springs off the sidewalks chanting in his faux slurring Irish Brougue...."Kish Me, I'm Iris"
And then I realize...I'm too effing old for this shit.
Thursday, March 12, 2009
It runs in the family
had to share this funny conversation between my sis and I....some background:
Mom and Dad: Met at a wedding in 1971
Me and the Boy: Met at a wedding (again) in 2005
The boy's Dad married a woman with the same name as his sister
The Boy married me; same name as one of his sisters...weird, right?
The sis' take on it....
Stayday (4:46:20 PM): i have deteriorating bone loss in my teeth
hnnyc (4:46:29 PM): really?!!
hnnyc (4:46:34 PM): how do you know? did you go to the dentist?
Stayday (4:46:37 PM): yes just went to dentist
Stayday(4:46:40 PM): on my lunch break
hnnyc (4:46:43 PM): what did he say to do?
Stayday(4:46:47 PM): i have to be a freak who brushes like 5 times a day
hnnyc (4:47:03 PM): did they say to take a calcium supplement or anything?
Stayday(4:47:07 PM): no
Stayday(4:47:10 PM): but i take a multi vitamin
hnnyc (4:47:16 PM): random
Stayday (4:48:43 PM): i know rite
Stayday(4:48:46 PM): mom says it runs in our family
hnnyc (4:48:52 PM): ugh -
Stayday (4:48:54 PM): so i have to get a cleaning tomorrow before i come over
hnnyc (4:49:02 PM): thanks mom - big hips, big teeth; bone loss
hnnyc (4:54:42 PM): any word from any prospects on e-harm?
Stayday (4:55:00 PM): im done with eharm tomorrow
hnnyc (4:55:03 PM): you are?
Stayday (4:55:26 PM): yep
hnnyc (4:56:15 PM): boys suck
Stayday(5:01:51 PM): i think ill meet someone at krissys wedding
hnnyc (5:01:57 PM): what makes you say that?
Stayday (5:02:10 PM): it runs in our family like bone loss
Mom and Dad: Met at a wedding in 1971
Me and the Boy: Met at a wedding (again) in 2005
The boy's Dad married a woman with the same name as his sister
The Boy married me; same name as one of his sisters...weird, right?
The sis' take on it....
Stayday (4:46:20 PM): i have deteriorating bone loss in my teeth
hnnyc (4:46:29 PM): really?!!
hnnyc (4:46:34 PM): how do you know? did you go to the dentist?
Stayday (4:46:37 PM): yes just went to dentist
Stayday(4:46:40 PM): on my lunch break
hnnyc (4:46:43 PM): what did he say to do?
Stayday(4:46:47 PM): i have to be a freak who brushes like 5 times a day
hnnyc (4:47:03 PM): did they say to take a calcium supplement or anything?
Stayday(4:47:07 PM): no
Stayday(4:47:10 PM): but i take a multi vitamin
hnnyc (4:47:16 PM): random
Stayday (4:48:43 PM): i know rite
Stayday(4:48:46 PM): mom says it runs in our family
hnnyc (4:48:52 PM): ugh -
Stayday (4:48:54 PM): so i have to get a cleaning tomorrow before i come over
hnnyc (4:49:02 PM): thanks mom - big hips, big teeth; bone loss
hnnyc (4:54:42 PM): any word from any prospects on e-harm?
Stayday (4:55:00 PM): im done with eharm tomorrow
hnnyc (4:55:03 PM): you are?
Stayday (4:55:26 PM): yep
hnnyc (4:56:15 PM): boys suck
Stayday(5:01:51 PM): i think ill meet someone at krissys wedding
hnnyc (5:01:57 PM): what makes you say that?
Stayday (5:02:10 PM): it runs in our family like bone loss
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