I’m interested in trying bikram yoga, but it makes me a little nervous. I have several visions and none of them are fun:
Me walking into the room, being in there for 10 seconds, going, “whoaaaa this is WAY too hot!” …and, uh, leaving.
Me getting 10 minutes in and wanting to die. Or pass out. Or vomit.
Me actually passing out. Or vomiting. OR DYING.
Those are my top 3 daydreams when it comes to hot yoga*. So if you could please share your first experience that would be appreciated. Thank you. Good day.
*Clearly I am not as educated on the subject as I should be. Also please keep in mind that I’ve done yoga only once and spent the majority of it giggling like an idiot because my friend farted loudly once she got into her first pose. But I like to think I’ve matured since then.
No makeup and no shirt party! I mean, I have a bra on, but still—happy Thursday, here’s some boob for you.
That’s half a pomegranate in my hand, which was part of my breakfast. Pomegranate is something of a nostalgic and special thing to me; when I was very little my family had a pomegranate tree in our backyard and I can clearly remember picking and eating them with my father. It’s a good memory, so when I see them in stores I always feel compelled to grab a few. Plus they’re just good, so there’s also that.
I’m headed into the office for day two of training! Good times!
I came home to dinner made, flowers for my first day at work, and James yelling, “WOOO HAPPY FIRST DAY!” Dear boyfriend: you’re doing it right.
My first day was very fun. Everyone I met was friendly and funny, always a good combo. The office is littered with ridiculous things like soccer nets and toy cars and a video game console. Loves it.
Dinner was lettuce wraps with mango, chicken, mint, and sriracha sauce. It was a weird combo but still a good one. I wouldn’t put it in my mouth again, that’s what she said, but it was another fun healthy recipe that we decided to try out.
For lunch I got a sandwich that was on wheat bread and had turkey, cheese and honey. I have questions as to how healthy it was, but stopped myself after I began to Google its calories. Everything else that was available was around 400 calories, I’m sure if I found the content it wasn’t going to say, SURPRISE! THAT WAS 9,000 CALORIES, YOU FAILURE! GOT YA! and there was no point in upsetting myself if it was higher than I’d expected. Plus, it was GOOD. I would definitely put that in my mouth again—that’s what she said.
My body is broken still but I’m going to give it a rest tonight and get back at it with the exercise in the morning; I’ve set my alarm so I can get it done before work.
So about a month ago I interviewed somewhere I was SUPER excited about, and the interview went less than stellar. I was disappointed because after stalking this place all over social media (sorry not sorry) I was so determined that I’d be a good fit. The person I interviewed with said they would keep me in mind if a position I was more qualified opened up, but I chalked it up to a loss because people say that all the time and sadly never do it.
Long story short, I got an email yesterday asking if I’m still interested. I went in, interviewed for an Account Manager position, and got it. I start today :)
As for the Beauty Concierge position, my position was a floater/on-call position, not full time, so I can still freelance with them on the weekends for extra money (and because it’s awesome).
How I went from nothing to two awesome jobs, I don’t know.
Anyway, the pics are of my breakfast! Lemon/mint/cucumber water and greek vanilla yogurt with pure granola and raspberries with blackberries.
James and I made asparagus with shrimp tonight and it was freaking awesome. We added some garlic, basil, and red pepper flakes to the shrimp. Loved it.
We also found a place where we’re going to get our Christmas tree, but we refuse to buy one before December. I can’t wait till next month because our place will look even more beautiful when it’s decorated!
I’m patting myself on the back for not eating anything at our friend’s birthday thing—and I get extra points for that because not only was there awesome food, there were also chocolate cupcakes AND a peanut butter cup BEER that I’m gonna need in my mouth at some point soon. @uplusmeequalsus told me about it as soon as I walked in the door like the good friend that she is. I think I’ll be having that once I get to a place with my body where I’m content with the control I have over my eating habits but I don’t currently feel that way so another night, peanut butter cup beer, it’s you and me, baby.
Today I used my exercise ball and kettle bell to work my stomach and arms. I will certainly be sore tomorrow. It will be worth the pain.
About to work on my stomach and arms while watching Ellen. Thanks to yesterday’s stair workout, I’m walking like Bambi taking his first steps today, but it’s a good burn.
I found a box full of clothes that looks super naughty to those who don’t know it wasn’t meant to be R-rated; my cheerleading uniform, a pleated skirt, and several pairs of thigh-highs were in it. I’m going to make it my my mission to fit into my cheer skirt again—the top probably ain’t gonna happen since my boobs apparently are going to continue to grow till they own their own country.
I’ve got a whole box devoted to things I’d like to wear again when I reach the size I’d like to hit.
Anyhow. Time to go work out the upper body and then make dinner with James (asparagus and shrimp, I’m prettyyyy excited) and then head out for a birthday event :)
Good morning! I made these parfaits for James and myself this morning and am really excited about it, so don’t hate on it, this is big for me! I never make stuff like this. My breakfast specialty is, like, cereal, and maybe scrambled eggs….but only scrambled, because that’s all I know how to do. I know, poor James!
This has greek vanilla yogurt, blueberries, raspberries, blackberries, and a strawberry on top with organic granola in the middle. It was good! We also had a banana each.
My legs are definitely very sore today, but the kind of sore I can push through for another workout, not the “I would rather have my legs amputated than get out of bed” sore, so that’s good!
Look, guys, it’s me and the Laura I mention all the time (well, one of them. I hang out with two hot chicks named Laura all the time, go me) and who some of you follow; her username is uplusmeequalsus and if you get that reference you’re awesome. I’m on the right. I thought of this picture because it was taken on the last night I was really drunk, and this weekend has the potential to be that way again. The goal is to stay away from too much beer (which will hurt, because I love beer like it’s my child, but it goes straight to my stomach…like it’s my child) and not eat anything shitty as a hangover excuse.
The other night James and I made burgers because I randomly had a crazy burger craving bitch-slap me in the face. I don’t know where it came from but the NEED to have a burger was strong (like the force) so instead of heading to McDonalds like I wanted to, we headed to Safeway for materials. I felt a million times better after eating this burger than I would have if I’d gotten a Big Mac (jk I would have gotten the two cheeseburger meal, that was my binge-beginning specialty) and am really glad I’ve learned to control my urges over the past few months.
Per my last post, I’m revamping my October goals and going from here on out because apparently I wrote the last ones and then went HAHA JK I’M NOT GOING TO DO ANY OF THIS LOL!
I also wrote about what’s been going on with my weight/body in the last post so in case you’re like, “what is this chick even talking about,” and you’re interested, check it out :)
OKAY! HERE WE GO! And this time I’m including my reasons as to WHY these are my goals because I didn’t do that before and I think that leaving out the “why” aspect of it made it harder to focus on. Bad Tara.
- 2 liters of water every day. I’ve learned over the past month or two that this amount makes me feel best. I have a ton of energy, my head feels clear, my, um, bowel movements are, uh, MOVING, and I see an improvement in my skin tone.
- Workout Monday-Friday with a minimum of 20 minutes Saturday & Sunday. I need to be sweating. I need to stop with the whole, “this extremely light walk in the park while holding my boyfriend’s hand and stopping to cuddle every few minutes!” or “I played basketball! ….well, mostly it was a game of HORSE. That I lost….” thing, because it isn’t working for me. I need to get dirty and sweaty and breathe hard and then do it again. On Saturday and Sunday, a walk or hike would be nice, or even a bike ride, because it’s been a while since I’ve been on the bike.
- Daily food, water, and exercise posts. There is a veeeery direct correlation between me posting on here and me going buck wild and saying FUCK THE SYSTEM, I EAT WHAT I WANT! And sitting on my ass all day. No more of that. I need to post every day. It keeps me stable and on track, and I just enjoy it, too. Sucks for you guys, I’m gonna be all up in here!
- Stay binge-free. I’ve kept this up in October thus far; I need to keep it going and make it an entire month again because that’s awesome.
That’s it. That’s all I need to do. It isn’t difficult or crazy or asking too much. I can do it.
A lot of times, people don’t take eating disorders seriously because we all need to eat food to survive. We don’t all need cigarettes, so we understand that as an addiction. When I saw a man the other day drop his cigarette in the street, then pick it up without skipping a beat to keep smoking I thought, “Yup. That’s a smoker. YOLO, I guess.” That’s an addiction. But if I told someone I thought about doing that every time I go to leave a restaurant and see people’s leftovers on their plates, I’m just kind of weird and probably joking.
So unless you aren’t eating your food, or you have the most well-known form of bulimia — the binge-n-purge — you feel fucking dumb saying you have an eating disorder. ‘Cause it’s food. It’s like saying you are addicted to air, or water. You feel all alone. You feel like you just need better willpower. You feel hungry.
You mean you eat to celebrate? You eat too much? You like food like the rest of the entire fucking planet? Well, yes. All of those things. But a lot of you reading this can stop. A lot of you aren’t shaking when ordering take out, not knowing whether to add cake to the order, then saying “no cake”, then saying “wait, two pieces of cake”, and terrifying the poor person on the other end of the phone. You don’t have a bite of a bagel and think, “fuck it, I better get 4 more” before your second bite. You don’t plan all of your meals weeks in advance, talking about them every day until the food goes into your dumb mouth. You don’t hate yourself for it. You don’t read menus at midnight. You don’t feel like an asshole for writing this.
Of course I can’t sleep when I have to be up early, so I’m going to post things that are relevant to how I’m feeling right now. Can I get an amen on the graphic, though?
Today was spent with one of my best friends and her baby that I am obsessed with (see above: my brother meeting said baby for the first time) so I didn’t have as much time to update, but here’s my day in a nutshell!
Breakfast: big ass fruit bowl—lots of strawberries, blackberries, and blueberries again, because I love it
Snack: homemade salsa with tortilla chips, in correct serving size (not 50 servings like I’d usually doDinner: grilled cheese sandwich that was home made by my friend and was freakin’ amazing
Dessert: 1 of the Snickers peanut butter thingies I was telling you guys about. Omg. I don’t even want to talk about how good those things are. TOO GOOD.
Water intake: 2 liters
Exercise: 15 minute cardio hip hop video, 30 squats, 50 kettle bell lifts, 50 crunches