Monthly Archives: August 2015

Time for a Refresh

I must say, this summer I have had impeccable timing when it comes to vacations. Somehow, the Universe has aligned so that I have had back-to-back vacations. And this week is no different. I just got back with from a wonderful weekend in Winchester, VA filled with laughter, wine, bread, pizza, beer, grits, and Steak and Shake. It was a wonderful time. However, thanks carb overload, I’m not looking swim suit ready. I leave Thursday morning which does not give me a lot of time to tighten up the ship.

Enter the 3-Day Refresh…

3 days of shakes, fruits, veggie, Fiber Sweep (digestive drink), working out, and drinking lots of water. Sounds doable right! I’ll also be doing casto

You’re in luck! For the next three days, I’ll be blogging about my experience and share with you the final results.

First up, the before stats:

Weight: 150.4 lbs and flufftacular

Day 1 Menu:

Breakfast: Vegan Strawberry Shakeology with blueberries
Mid Morning Tea: Yerba Mate Tea
Fiber Sweep (digestive drink)

Lunch: Vanilla Refresh, baby carrots, a peach, and almond butter
Mid Afternoon Tea: Yerba Mate

Dinner: Vanilla Refresh, Cucumber Tomato Salad
Dinner Tea: Camomile or Sleepy Time tea (I can’t make up my mind)

Seems simple enough right? The trick for me.. NO SNACKING! Gotta stick to this plan!

So here goes nothing!!

Check back tomorrow and see how Day 1 went!

Later Days!
B

#singlegirlproblems

You know you are of a certain age when you have at least one summer/fall wedding to attend each year. This year is no different. I was so excited to get my invitation. I seriously I ran up to my apartment and carefully opened the invitation, with scissors so that I wouldn’t rip the envelope. I guess this attention to detail shows how much I don’t go out.

I made sure that I remembered to take the RSVP card with me so I could drop it off at the post office before work. I marked X by vegetarian before reading, “indicate the number of entrees.” My heart sank. I had just muffed up this pristine card with my black X. But wait, no I didn’t! I am the only one going. Crisis averted. Strike that…. yet another wedding that I will be attending solo. Bring out the booze.
All it takes is one little piece of paper to make you realize exactly how single you are. Like solo, single. Probably will be at the singles table single. Nope, you will be at a table full of couples and two  other single people single. Let’s find a beach house that has enough rooms that the two single people don’t have to share a room single. Single. Single. Single.

While I could right the next great American novel about the trials and tribulations of being single at a wedding, that would get me kicked off the happiness bandwagon. No good things comes to those who dwell in the negative. Well, maybe this kick ass blog, but that is besides the point.So here’s to another #singlegirladventure where there will be an open bar, and none of the single men in attendance will be interested in me.

Cheers!

Later Days,
B

#singlegirlproblems

Last week after taking myself out to dinner as a reward for
scoring an amazing deal on a Fendi bikini, I was waiting at the train station
for my ride on SEPTA. Sitting on the bench in front of me was a couple,
obviously smitten because they were all over each other. Like serious PDA.
Kissing, snuggling, hands down shirts, the whole deal.
Am I the only one who is completely annoyed with PDA? I mean
really. Do you really have to suck face in public for the whole entire world to
see? Do you think that people want to see you make out in the middle of Jefferson
Station? Relief washed over my body as my train approached; however, I did note
that the women of the pair was on my train, alone. Thank goodness. I do not
think that I could manage another 30 minutes subjected to round 2 of their middle
school make out session.
There are a couple ways that we could explain my visceral
reaction to what I saw. 1.) I am a total prude who believes all romantic
actions that may or may not be classified as foreplay should be kept in the
confines of a bedroom, hotel room, motel room, closet, and or any room with a
door that closes or 2.) I am completely jealous of what they have. I am going
to go with 1 and 2. When it comes to PDA, I can’t stand it. I am that old
church lady who is thinking, “Don’t they know any better? They need to get a
room.” Aren’t you uncomfortable that people are watching what you are doing
right now? I get uncomfortable eating crunchy food at work because it may annoy
people. On the other hand, I am completely jealous that I don’t have someone to
kiss me passionately in a public place and not care who is watching. We all
want what we don’t have right. We all want that romantic movie scene to be
real. For some rugged handsome man to see us from across the room, run towards
us, sweep us of our feet and away to our happily ever after. Single girls can
dream, right?
PDA is not for everyone, me included. But hey do what you
want to do. Just realize there may be a woman going through the #singlegirlstruggle
watching you wondering where the nearest hose is.
Later Days

 

B

Brunch Be Damned

Insert Drool Here…
In
a couple of weeks, I will be heading to, what seems like second home of Virginia to
visit my dear friends for the weekend. I am so looking forward to this wonderful
outing, especially the adult beverages and food. The food that I do eat.
Frankie has caused me to become someone who eats only fish, fruits, and
veggies. Still a work in progress, but I have significantly reduced my meat
intake. I’m not vegan, and I’m not vegetarian so I guess I’m FFV… We’ll go with
that. But this makes eating at restaurants a little tricky. Especially brunch.
Breakfast
has always been kind of an issue for me. See, eggs and I don’t get along at all.
I can eat eggs baked in cake, cookies, etc, but boiled, scrambled, fried, and
or in omelets sends my tummy into a tizzy. It’s not fun. Trust me. Before, I
would get pancakes or waffles and sausage for breakfast. Since meat is off my
menu, my breakfast choices have been diminished, which reduces my brunch
options even further. Sometimes a girl wants more that fruit and oatmeal, ok.
But
where there is a will, there is a way! There is nothing wrong with asking the
waiter to take something off of your food! I used to eat around things that I
didn’t like. Now, I ask them to take it off. It is so liberating! You are
eating at a restaurant, order what you want! It took me awhile to grasp this
concept for myself. I didn’t want to be that customer with the crazy order. But
now I am the “no egg, no cheese, dressing on the side” queen. My go-to Greek
salad: lettuce, onions, olives, tomatoes. That’s it. Order what you want so you
can eat with peace of mind.
And
yes, I have already scoped out the menu of our potential brunch spots and it
will be tricky, but I gotta eat something if there are bottomless mimosas!
Eat,
Drink, and order what you want!
Later Days

 

B

#singlegirlproblems

Can any of my single ladies relate to this:

You are SUPER excited for a party or night out on the town. Like Christmas morning excited. You mark it on your calendar. You pick out the perfect outfit right down to the accessories, . You wait until the last possible moment to wash your hair so it’s nice, bouncy and clean. You SHAVE your legs and then what… DISASTER! The event is a utter and total flop. No one is giving you a second glance and the THOTs are ruling the room. Oh you haven’t of THOTs? That stands for “That Hoe over there.” No further explanation needed.

You walk out, not even buzzed and think to yourself. “I got dressed and shaved my legs for this? I just wasted a totally good outfit as you drive to the McDonald’s drive-thru to drown your sorrows in a milkshake and fries.

I can’t be the only one that this has happened to right?

But here’s the kicker. I do this ALL of the time. Well not every day, but enough to know that I should stay in my house with some wine and a good Netflix marathon instead of suffering from the inevitable disapointment. Am I just the eternal optimist who thinks, “maybe THIS will be the time the stars align. THIS time the man of my dreams will bump into my and whisk me away to his Tuscan villa.” Maybe I should stop watching Lifetime movies.

Is my overwhelming optimism setting me up for complete and total disappointment? A girl can dream for her Prince Charming with the Tuscan Villa right!! Or in all actuality, I am just going to the wrong events. The down side of being one of the “senior” members of my squad. Does that mean I have to start hanging out with older people??? Will I have to fight off men who are my dad’s age looking for a young honey?” Oh the heart palpitations have started. Relax, related, release…

I guess I am back as square one again. Finding a good hang out spot that is not overflowing with young boys who think they know everything and older men who are looking for a young second, third, or fourth wife.

I may or may not have just described my apartment.

The #singlegirlstruggle is real.

Later Days!

B

Offically CertiCIZEd

Since being introduced to Beachbody, I have taken a lot of leaps
of faith: Became a coach to help people live their best lives, completed
intense workout programs that I would have never attempted before, and learned
that I am stronger and more resilient than I ever thought. So why not take
another flying leap and sign up to be a CIZE Live instructor. Well, that’s
exactly what I did.
Right before the start of it all 

You all know that I love CIZE! I cannot sing its praises
enough, but I’ll try. It is such an amazing way to tone, tighten and have fun.
I won’t call it exercise, because it’s not. It’s dancing. You really dance like
music video dance, and work up a major sweat while doing it. So when I saw that
that Beachbody had a certification program, I jumped at the chance. I wanted to
get certified at our annual Summit in July, but that was not in the cards. Where
there is a will, there is a way. I searched and found a class 40 minutes away from
my house. Sold.

Last Saturday, I nervously drove to the Newton Athletic club
hoping that I would not run into any accidents or road closures along the way.
I made it there in one peace and on time and came face to face with a friend
and idol in my head, Tania Baron.
If you have every done any Shaun T workout you know “The
Machine.” She would be my CIZE Instructor. I die. I would be learning from the
same person who helped develop the actual program with Shaun T. I was one
degree away from one of my fitness heroes. Swoon and pass out. I really didn’t
know what I was getting myself into and a majority of the class didn’t either. Would
there be a test at the end? Would I have to audition in front of Tania? Hopefully
not because I would have peed my pants. After some general housekeeping and
introductions, it was time to work.
We learned the current CIZE Round. OMG. The energy from Tania
and the rest of the class was insane. I had a complete sweaty blast. I wanted
to do it all over again after I caught my breathe. Even though I missed a
couple of steps here and there, I was starting to get it. We had lunch and like
the rest of the class, I lost it. How can you forget an hour’s worth of work in
30 minutes? From experience, it is pretty easy to do. But not to worry, Tania gave
us a refresher course and we were then broken up into smaller groups to
practice how to cue the moves.

Just imagine telling people
the next move two beats before they do it, while trying to remember the move
itself. Ridic hard. But no one complained if someone made a mistake. We helped
each other through it and by the end I kinda got. We then took turns breaking
down 8 counts and teaching them to our group. Again, everyone was super helpful
which helped this total novice shake of some nerves and begin to build up
confidence.
How fun does this look? Totes? Because it was!

And before we knew it, class was over and we were certified
to teach! Tania was gracious enough to stay behind for pictures. It was pretty
cool that Shaun T said hi to us through a text (squeal).

I drove home in complete shock of what I had just done. I was
now certified to teach a class. What??? Never in a million years did I think
that was even an option. SMH that is insane. But true.

Me and Mama T! She loved my shirt

You never know what you are capable of until you go out
there and CIZE it up.

I’ll be sure to tell you when my first class is!
Later Days!

B

Death to Frankie

Well it finally happened. Someone asked me if I was pregnant… I chuckled and and said I had too much food at lunch, but it shook me. Did I really look pregnant? See for yourself…

Yeah…..

To be absolutely clear, I AM NOT PREGNANT! Please do not start any rumors people. This is all Frankie, the not so little bastard. And I was sucking my gut hard when I took the picture. It seems that as I get smaller, Frankie appears bigger. See what I am up against? It’s been about a month since I began my vigorous vitamin regiment to rid him from his happy home. However, he is putting up quite the fight as you can clearly see. But Rome wasn’t built in a day and it is obvious that it will take some time to win the war over Frankie. And I am prepared to fight.

Youtube and Pinterest can be extremely helpful and a great way to lose hours of your day scrolling and searching for everything under the sun. They are quite addictive. After a lot of clicking, watching, and reading, I did find some additional weapons of Frankie’s destruction.

I ran out and got a different brand of DIM (Women’s Way – the one suggested by shrunkfibroids.bolgspot.com) and red clover extract. A woman posted a Youtube video about how she shrunk her fibroids will red clover alone. Her stomach looked like mine and is now flat. I have nothing else to lose, what’s another 2 pills on top of the 9 I am already taking? Plus, my doctor added Vitamin D to the mix. Grand total….11. You would think swallowing pills would get easier, but no. It’s still a struggle. Especially if I am running late. And the two big horse pills that smell do not help. I think I have reached my pill quotient so that’s it for the oral supplements. This is in addition to becoming vegetarian. It’s a lot, but you see what I am up against right! I gotta bring out the big guns.

Another Youtube score.. castor oil packs. You basically take a washcloth soaked with castor oil, wrap it in plastic wrap (the pack), take the pack and place it over your uterus and warp your stomach in plastic wrap and then place a hot water bottle over the pack for 20 minutes to an hour. Haven’t tried this yet. Still have to get a hot water bottle and cloth, but I am intrigued. The castor oil to supposed to rid the body of toxins and breakdown the fibroid tissue, shrinking it. Again, Frankie ain’t getting any smaller, so why not give it a shot.

For now it’s loose fitting shirts and high waisted bathing suits to hid Frankie. Most websites say that for larger fibroids (Frankie is currently the size of a grapefruit – large), it will take 3 months to shrink.

Here’s hoping and praying that I win the war… Frankie is going down.

Later days
B

It’s My Party… Well Not Yet At Least

First off, I want to say THANK YOU!!!!! My blog has over 1,000 lifetime views!! Thank you to each and every one of you that have just stopped by or are regular readers. It means so much to me that you take time out of your busy day to take a peak into my crazy life. Smooches and Gracias!

With that being said…. Back to the nuttiness (is that even a word? It is now!) that is my life.

I have a “special” birthday coming up in January. Yup, this girl (can I still call myself a girl?) is officially entering her mid-30’s in 6 months. Excuse me while I curl up in the fetal position and devour a pint of ice cream. Where did the time go? How did this happen? I am no where near where I want to be (#singlegirlproblems) in life. Ok, let me stop right now before I have a full-blown panic attack in front of this computer. Yes, I am not where I want to be, but I can still celebrate my birthday right?!? But how….

Well there’s the problem. I don’t know how!! You only turn 35 once so why not make a big deal out of it, but what is this girl to do. My ideas range from taking a trip, having a nice dinner, planing a sleepover, going out to a club, throwing a party, or staying at home by myself with a bucket of chicken, a 12 pack of Coors Light, ice cream and the several Muppet movies. As usual, I am all over the place and do not see myself coming in for a landing any time soon.

And timing is not in my favor. My birthday falls smack in the middle of MLK weekend, when a lot of people take trips, possibly diminishing my guest list. Le sigh… Back to the bucket ‘o KFC I guess…

So like all big decisions in my life (not all, but it seems like a lot since I started blogging), I’m leaving this one up to you, well not entirely up to you guys. But I do need some direction. Well one direction… (sorry had to go there. It was too easy).

What do you thing I should do for my birthday? I will gladly take suggestions (and give credit) as long as they are clean, ethical, legal, and do not require bail money.

So put you thinking caps on and go!

Your assistance is greatly appreciated! And thanks again for reading!!

Later Days!
B

#singlegirlproblems

How did my little social experiment far this weekend? Fair to partly cloudy. The entire weekend wasn’t a bust, but Friday did not go well. I was excited to go out. Like really excited. It has been a while since I got all dressed up and went out for a night out on the town. I made sure all my chores were done, picked out an outfit that was comfortable, yet classy and headed out to North Shore Beach Club, a private pool and bar in Philly. Took me a little bit to make it to the spot due to some
road construction, but I did beat cover.Success. That was probably the highlight of the night. What met me beyond the doors was a total cluster fuck. I had to be one of the oldest people in the entire building. People were lounging on beach chairs scrolling through Facebook not paying attention to anyone, someone was thrown into the pool, and there were many people holding court at the bar. We will not even begin to describe the many questionable fashion choices.

After 3 drinks, I left. Yup, I hauled ass out of there. I couldn’t take it anymore. Luckily, I passed a McDonald’s on the way home. That was the second highlight of the night. I left at 9:45. I was home by 12:40 and that included my McD’s detour. There would have been a time that I would have stuck it out, hoping that the mood and vibe of the room changed. Not so much anymore. I had had enough of the selfies in the dark and high cut bathing suits and I was gone. Wisdom does come with age.

Saturday was a different story. I was invited to a house party for a friend’s birthday party. There was food, drink, music, laughs and good conversation. Sweet bliss. This was more my speed. A good time was had by all. I had such a wonderful time, which I paid for this morning (hey wine!)

So what was the verdict? Both of these events taught me one valuable lesson. I need to figure out where my tribe hangs out an frequent those places.I need to find my peeps!! And I can tell you that they are not at North Shore on a Friday night. Now that I know where they aren’t, I need to find out where they are…..

Sounds like this experiment is just getting started.

Later Days!
B