To Dress Size Up Or Size Down

Still preparing for my Vegas trip here...

   I'll admit that sometimes I spend more money BEFORE my vacation than ON my vacation.  It never fails that my wardrobe is always missing some key items that I just HAVE TO run out and buy (ie, torturous heels, skanky dress, big blingy necklace, etc)  This time it was all of the above, so I headed out to the mall as quickly as my car would take me to find these missing pieces.
  
   Now if anyone is like me, I sometimes dread going into the mall or clothing store with nothing really in mind of what i'm looking for.  Most of the time I hit the dressing room with about 20 different items and return all of them with a big ol' frown on my face because none of them looked fantastic on me.  Then the journey continues to about 5 different stores before I finally give up and head home with my head hung low and my confidence a little worse for the wear. This time I was afraid that it was going to be no exception, so you can believe my surprise when I found the perfect dress at the first stop!

   Yesterday I headed back to the store that I bought my awesome 70's roller disco outfit at in hopes that they would have a Vegas worthy dress.  In about 10 minutes of grabbing just about everything I liked I headed to the torture chamber...I mean dressing room...to see how they sized up.  After tearing a few of them right off and trying not to laugh, I found this cute little strapless and short (well short for me anyways) cocktail dress.
  
   Only problem was that it was just a little too loose for my taste... and this is Vegas we're talking about, so tighter is always better.  One thing I liked about it was that is fit comfortably and I wouldn't have to worry about showing too much T and A.  The only problem is that I know I'd be doing the 'pull up' 'pull down' all night.  ( Dress starts to fall almost to the point of showing some nipple sunrise, so you pull it up.  Dress starts to ride up when you're cutting a rug on the dance floor, so you pull it down)  It's such a pain in ass...
  
   So my solution to this was to try on a size smaller.  Now this time I had to shimmy into the damn thing and not breath for about 30 seconds while I attempted to zip it up.  Once on though, it didn't look that bad.  At this moment I started running through the pros and cons of purchasing THIS size...

Pros:

- If I remember to stand up straight it'll look great
- Because I can barely breathe i'll be less likely to eat the day I have to wear it.
- It's so tight I wouldn't even have to wear a bra!
- Because it's so tight it sucks me in, so I look thinner.
- When I get rid of more weight it'll fit me great!

Cons:

- I won't be able to breathe, eat, or drink.
- If I forget to stand up straight and suck it in, i'll look like a down comforter trying to be shoved back into the original bag.
- It might severely hinder my awesome dance moves that i've been working on.
- Consequently, if said dance moves are attempted, it might just split open revealing by awesomely white ass.
- If I even gain back 5 pounds there isn't a chance in hell i'll be able to ever wear it again.

  In the end, the pros won out the cons, and I bought the smaller size.  In order to make sure it fits perfect, i'm wearing this awesome tummy and butt-sucker -inner thingy I bought a while ago (Thanks Dr. Oz).  This way I don't have to worry about standing up straight, sucking it in, or my ass being exposed at any point.

Lesson learned:  Sometimes buying the smaller size is the better option.  Just make sure it's not too small lest you look like this:

 
  

Boob Aerobics and Stiletto Workouts

If that title didn't catch your attention I don't know what will....

I don't even remember taking this.

    My trip to vegas is looming ahead of me and i've done little to prepare...story of my life.  When some people think of Vegas it's of good times, drinking until you don't know where you are at anymore, dancing at clubs, meeting interesting people, gambling, pool parties, and stuffing your face with some of the most exquisite food in the world.   When I think of Vegas I think 'OMG I have to get into a bathing suit?!',  'What the hell can I fit into that's Vegas worthy'?! ' I know these shoes are going to kill my feet but i'm wearing them anyways!' 'I hope Tom Selleck is here again, so I won't talk to him and just stare at him from behind a bush in the Bellagio lobby.' And 'If i'm paying $30 for this buffet i'm eating every penny worth!!!'


  Let's face it.... Las Vegas is full of good looking people and the clubs are where you go to see and be seen.  So while I was rampaging through my closet looking for classy *cough slutty cough* attire, a thought occurred to me... Vegas is all about showing your best assets, right?  And to most girls its all about the T and A.  So in some kind of frenzy I found two workouts that target both of those areas!

Workout #1:  The Stiletto Workout

  This is offered at certain alternative gyms and even on DVD.  The main objective is to target your legs and butt by doing weight lifting and cardio in non other than your tallest set of heels!  My thought is 'Why the hell would you want to make going to the gym even more of chore!' (My feet are not heel friendly so I wear them as little as possible)  But apparently its all the rage in beach cities all over southern california, with attendees including all those skinny blonde OC housewives with wedding rings the size of golfballs and boobs bigger than my head.  Most of the places that offer this class also offer pole dancing lessons, and burlesque style workouts.

  So with all my research done on this workout, I thought I would give it a shot.  So with one week left to go before Vegas i'm going to strap on those expensive torture devises and get my workout on.

Workout #2:  Boob Aerobics

  This, unfortunately, is also not a joke.  I came across an article while researching the Stiletto Workout about a gym in London called Gymbox that offers Boob Aerobics. After I dried the tears that were pouring out of my eyes from laughing so hard, I read the entire article twice!  I just couldn't believe it!  This gym is by all standards veeeeeery alternative and also offers Rave Dancing Classes and sometimes uses little people as weights. WTF?!
  This workout focuses on the chest area (duh) and uses very standard methods for woman to achieve their...ummm...goal.  Woman who have taken Boob Aerobics swear by it!  They say that on average they gained a breast size and now have higher firmer ta tas.  Seeing as how i'm just fine with mine, I think i'm going to skip this particular workout.  Last thing I want is bigger knockers.  If anything I want to find a workout to make them magically shrink so that those cute flow-y tops won't make me look pregnant anymore.

I'll let everyone know if I see some drastic results in the week ahead or if I curse the men who made these god forsaken things and throw them all away.  Ta ta for now!

I'm going to leave you with a video about the Gymbox Little People Workout. lol

70's Roller Disco Workout

Shereen and I... See the skates?!

    The title above is no joke!  Well... it kind of is.  That's not what's advertised when you go to World Of Wheels (WOW) in LA for Roller Disco Night, but it's how I felt the next day that made me come to this conclusion...

   Last Saturday my friend Joey and I headed out Los Angeles for my friend Shereen's birthday party.  That clever girl decided to have it at this awesome AMF roller rink/bar/bowling alley.  I of course Googled it to see what I was in for, and it didn't disappoint.  There was carpeted walls in the usual 70's colors, cheesy slogan posters, and the usual brown and orange old-as-dirt rental roller skates.  I, thankfully, had asked my friend Darla the day before if she had a pair I could borrow,  and she produced this rad pair of $200 roller derby skates.  (I'm not a germaphobe, but i'm not unaware of what could be lurking in the rentals)

Joey's got the Saturday Night Fever!

Joey, even though he wore roller blades, did not disappoint and wore an outfit that represented Saturday Night Fever.  I shopped for 2 days to find my perfect outfit and I was actually happy that everything I tried on fit!  So with my hair done a la Farrah Fawcett, blue eye shadow, overpriced striped tube socks, and short shorts, we headed to the rink to get our skate and drink on...

  Now i'd like to remind you that I haven't been on a pair of skates in over 15 years.  So once there and strapped in it was slow going and totally awkward!  I may have 'windmilled' it a couple of times, ( You know where your arms flail around in circles while you try to regain your balance?  Ya that...)  I may have made the 'Oh-Shit-I'm-Going-Fall' face.  I may have even latched onto Joey's arm with the thought of 'If i'm going down, so are you, and we can both be embarrassed.'  However, after about an hour this girl got her Roller Boogie on and wasn't so Dazed and Confused anymore.

  Now in all fairness to the people floundering around out there in the rink, I had had roller skating lessons when I was a kid taught by some old lady with a tutu and a bouffant hair-do.  We learned the essentials like Shoot The Duck,  how to limbo on skates, the Cross Over, the T-Stop, and how to skate backwards.  I'm sure Darla agrees with me (she was there too) that lessons at Skate Land were much more fun than the piano lessons we were also put into.   And I would also like to take this time to thank my mother for dolling out the cash, because without those lessons, by tailbone would be oh so bruised right now.

  But enough about that... the reason i'm writing about this is because of the way I felt the next day.  I swear that if my thighs could talk (you're welcome for that visual by the way) they would be screaming at me!  Who knew that 50 turns around that rink could work out every part of my body including my mid section!  Everything hurts!  My legs mostly, but my arms, butt, abs, and even back are all sore.  I really think i'm on to something here... who knew that while having fun, I could get in a work out?!  Granted the two Captain and Cokes I had may have negated about 80% of it, but still!  I'm almost tempted to sign up for lessons again and see what comes of it.  I would so much rather skate my butt higher, and my thighs thinner, than run or do workout videos at home!  

  The lesson learned here:  There are lots of ways to get in a workout that can be fun yet unconventional!


  What are some ways that you got in an unexpected work out?  Comment below or our Facebook page and let us know!

My Elliptical Machine Is Now A Coat Rack...

My Elliptical Machine Is Now A Coat Rack...

Ms. Procrastinate here....

  So i'm totally aware that my last post was in February... I have many excuses for this, and yes i'm aware that excuses get me absolutely no where in life, however these will make you laugh.

1) I'm not going to blog today because I just ate 2 boxes of girl scout cookies.
2) I'm not going to blog today because I watched Wipeout on TV and i'm pissed I    
     didn't go to my second audition.
3) I'm not going to blog today because I need to get rid of these hideous tan lines
     instead (And everyone knows you look thinner with a tan)
4) I'm not going to blog today because i'm not feeling very funny... and people  
      who read this expect me to be funny
5) I'm not going to blog today because the Royal Wedding is happening tonight and
     it's a big deal.

   And then there are the real excuses behind all of these lies I tell myself (ie... Who is going to read it anyways, I haven't done a damn thing, I broke my word to myself more times than I can count, etc....)

  So, to not get totally emo and winey I do have some funny stories up my sleeves...

  The last 3 months or so my mom has gotten rid of so much weight that she's giving ME a run for my money!  I was so upset with myself about my whole non-workout non-diet regime that I told her... and I quote, "I'm the Lucy!  You're supposed to stay the Ethel!" Some great supportive daughter I am...

  About a month ago I purchased a used elliptical machine that squeaks like crazy and put it in my room. I thought "If I put it where i'll see it everyday I'll workout all the time!"  Want to know how many times i've used it?  oh many...  I use it to hang my sweaters, belts, jeans, jackets, and clothes that need to hang dry.  I use it as a play thing for my new kitten.  I use it to put things up high enough so that my new kitten can't get to them.  I use it for shopping bags.  I use it for extra hangers I don't want to lose in my closet. I use it for something to lean against when i'm putting on my shoes.  I've even used it to tape my 'to-do list' on so its at eye level!!!  Aaaaaaand (drum roll please...) I've used it a grand total of ONE TIME to workout!  If you're not laughing now, i'm doing plenty of laughing for you.  It's become a ridiculous reminder of how uncommitted I am to getting ready for *big sigh* bathing suit season.

   It's so bad right now I don't even want to commit to saying anything like "This time is different," or "I swear i'll workout tomorrow."  Results speak volumes my friends, and right now i'm sans just that!  I need some major support in this quest for my tone and fit figure back.  So... *deep breathe*, who wants to come workout with me and woop my butt into shape?!

Not mine!  But you get the idea...

Damn you Parks and Recreation!

I have a big win I'd like to share with everyone! I actually got up at the butt crack o' dawn to go do my usual (not so often) run of the loop. This trail is a kick your butt, up hills, gravel, dirt, and concrete kind of run. It's not easy and it's about 3.54 miles according to my pedometer. For the past 3 months or so my hang up with going is that my old mp3 player busted. No music=no running. That was excuse numero uno. Now that I have a brand new shiny little ipod nano I didn't have that excuse anymore. Last night when I was getting all my running stuff together I realized how shoddy my shoes were looking and thought "It's not good that I'm running in these old shoes anymore. They scrape up the backs of my heel, they're no longer comfortable, aaaaaand they look like crap." Excuse numero dos.

However, this time I made a right choice and went running anyway despite my feet yelling at me the whole time. Ya it hurt, but so what? They'll thank me later when I get my tax return and a brand new pair of shoes from Snails Pace.

All was going well for the first 3 miles of my run... I was jogging along to the tunes of Chevelle, BEP, Foo Fighters, and Michael Jackson when I was stopped short by a big green gate at the top of the hill. WHAT?! Now mind you this gate is supposed to be unlocked and swung wide open from the hours of sunrise to sunset. What the hell was it doing closed at 9:45am?! And on a Saturday?! With no entry up into the hills, and the favorite part of my run (it has a kick ass view of the top), this meant that I had to run all the way around the golf course adding an extra mile and a half! (You bet your ass when I got to my car I drove back the way I had run to see how much farther that damn closed gate made me go.)

So after about a 30 second hissy fit and a quiet chuckle at the girls who were trying to climb over the gate I kept on trucking down the hill instead. It actually wasn't as bad as I thought! Aaaaaand I did the whole loop in under an hour, which ain't bad for not having been active in over 3 months.

The lesson: Sometimes the harder way isn't so hard after all. It's as hard as you make it. So take the stairs instead of the elevator and dare yourself to park farther away from the store when you go shopping.

And there was a bonus for running farther down the hill... Garage Sale. :-)

The view I didn't get to see today thanks to Fullerton Parks and Recreation. Lazy asses...

2011 Already?! Crap

I have the name Ms. Procrastinate for a reason! Since November 1st i've been doing that thing where I blog in my head but never actually sign in and publish it. (I even had to reset my password today because I couldn't even remember it!) Just so everyone is caught up here, I am going to tell you what all of the titles to my posts were going to be with a short description.

Oh Turkey Day, Oh Turkey Day!
I was going to talk about how proud I was about myself that I didn't eat everything in sight and didn't even go for seconds.... of the food that is... the vino is another story.

Chocovine
My new vino obsession and how I purchased roughly 11 bottles of it over the holiday season.

Dear Santa, I can explain...

This is where I was going to right about how bad I was all year when it came to dieting and exercising. (At this point it had been about 2 months since i'd gone running or did any kind of working out.)

Have I ever kept a New Years Resolution?... No.

This is the one where I was going to talk about how tallying up all of new years resolutions I kept came up with a fat grand total of ZERO.

Then there was this one... A MID-MID LIFE CRISIS AT 30.
Plain and simple.... Vegas destroyed me.

And this one is more recent so i'll expand on it a little...

2011 marked the year that I would turn 30. I had traveled up to Las Vegas with some close friends of mine and went crazy... not so much in the party sense (even though there was a lot of that) but in the over indulgence of food and drink. Its Vegas after all and the alcohol flowith and buffets are bountiful.

On my actual birthday I was walking around the strip with my friend's Margarita Guitar (a hollowed out guitar filled to the brim with the sweet goodness of tequila and margarita mix... it even came with a strap). Needless to say 3 sips of that thing probably was a normal persons calorie intake for a day. An hour later we were at The Chandelier Bar in The Cosmopolitan having more drinks... then more drinks.... theeeeeeen more drinks. My snack before a very hefty Italian dinner was a crepe from Jean Foofy Pants (can't remember the name, but its in the Bellagio next to the chocolate fountain). Then more drinking at Tao Nightclub. This is when my mid-mid life crisis hit and I was a MESS. But this isn't the worst part....

The next morning my friends and I went to our hotel's buffet brunch. After about 30 minutes in line and a 30 second dash around the food court I had about 3 plates sitting in front of me, a cup of coffee, and a mimosa. And I ate every single bite! Cheese blintzes, sausages, and eggs Oh My! (Speaking of The Wizard of Oz... I still to this day don't remember leading my friends on a wild goose chase for a train through the MGM that Friday night) Anyways... After all that food I sampled about 5 different desert thingys... My excuse for all of this? I wanted to get my friend Darla's money worth. Let's be honest... Bellagio's buffet is good, but it's freaking expensive.

The consequence for all of that... 5 extra pounds! Gah! Was it worth it you might ask... yes and no. The weeks leading up to my birthday I could have taken measures to avoid the weight gain I knew was inevitabe in Vegas. I could have detoxed. I could have gone running. I could have even drank more water! Did I do any of that... HELL NO! So now I'm back to where I was 3 months ago and 5 pounds farther away from my goal weight. Lesson learned: When you know you're going to do something where a binge is going to happen take the neccesary steps to avoid major weight gain. Be smart about it and plan ahead.

So this year there will be no more 'Head Blogging,' no more sitting on my butt all day before work, and no more drink and food binges. This is not a new years resolution folks... this an every day, week, and year SOLUTION.

My 14 Year Old Skirt

Oh October how I love thee... Let me count the ways...

1) Friend's Bachelorette Party
2) Knott's Scary Farm
3) Annual Halloween Party
4) Slow Time At Work....

Now let me count the ways I hate you...

1) Too much wine, food, and vodka at bachelorette party
2) Too much vodka, food, and candy at Scary Farm
3) Too much rum, chips, and cupcakes at Halloween Party
4) Too much sitting on my ass catching up on re-runs of House


This is without a doubt my favorite month of the year. There is so much do with little time for things like ummm... let me see... DIETING AND EXERCISING! I haven't put on my running shoes in over a month. I only eat salads at work because I got sick of snacking on the chips. And I haven't blogged in so long it took me 15 minutes to remember my password to this account! What the hell?!

So what do I do? I start riding Muffin Top's ass asking her why she hasn't blogged in forever. Deflection on my part? ABSOLUTELY! So I am here to write about a small triumph on my part that I realized this past week...

Every year I wear the same costumes depending on which ones I fit in at the time: Slutty Nurse, Slutty Devil, or Good or Slutty School Girl (depends on where i'm going). The costume i'm focusing on is the School Girl... it is my actual school skirt from high school. That's right! I can still fit into that damn thing year after year. However, year after year there is always some sort of variation. There is a zipper and a button on the side of it, and depending on how much I weigh at the moment that zipper may be all the way up or flying at half mast. Most years I can cleverly hide when its half way down by throwing on a sweater vest that hangs low on my hips with a white button up underneath. This year however was the first time that zipper went all the way up AAAAAAAND I got the button done too! WHAT?!?! Granted it was pretty damn tight and I had to hike the damn skirt all the way to just under my ribs, but still! I was shocked! SHOCKED!

I was so pleased with myself until I realized one thing (thanks to a smarmy co-worker of mine). Seeing as how I had to hike the skirt up so much to get that button done, I had effectively made the skirt short as hell! I remember in high school when that plaid fabric would hang off of my hips and it fit like a dream. (Well as dreamy as a plaid skirt can get.) DAMNIT! WHY GOD WHY???!!! Just when I thought I was only 10 pounds from reaching the weight I was in high school I have now realized that now I really have to work double time to tone up that mid section. UGH!!!

So now that we are in the month of November I have to worry about looking good in my friends wedding photos, award dinner photos, and family Thanksgiving photos! So thanks October for the vodka and food binge... i'm glad we are parting ways for the time being...This girl has to go find her running shoes.


Definitely a "Half Mast" year... circa 2007