Monday, August 15, 2011
Saturday, August 13, 2011
- Christina Perri - Jar of Hearts
- Aly and AJ - Division (and pretty much anything on their album Insomniatic)
- Destiny's Child - Survivor (duh)
- Rihanna - Breakin' Dishes
- Reba McEntire - Turn On the Radio
- Blu Cantrell - Hit 'Em Upstyle (6th grade, anyone?)
- Cee Lo Green - Fuck You (Woman or man, you just gotta dig this song. Oh, and click on the link, you'll love it!)
- Alanis Morissette - You Oughta Know
- Christina Aguilera - Fighter
- Lily Allen - Smile (PRICELESS music video)
Friday, August 12, 2011
- Give yourself a mani/pedi. I did this last night before a date with the boyf and it made me feel 1000 times more put together. It may look like a 3 year old painted my nails with his non-dominant hand, but I figure that nobody can tell as long as they are at least 10 feet away from me.
- Go consignment shopping. I LOVE consignment stores more than most department stores. The more old-ladyish, the better. Why? Because most older women don't give a rats patootie about brands. Thus, the good stuff is super cheap, super cute, and always available. I picked up BCBG and Michael Kors stuff for next to nothing on a regular basis.
BCBG shirt: $2. Personalized chair not included.
- Shave your legs. If you're not a slob and do this on a regular basis, good for you. In my book, shaving my legs is just a pain in the ass. There are so many steps involved and I always find a way to logic my way out of it for at least a good week and a half ("Nobody will see them anyways..."). I've noticed, however, that whenever I do shave my legs 1) my wardrobe options double and 2) I feel just slightly less manly, which is always a good thing.
- Work out like a BOSS. Wear a work out-fit that screams "I'm a serious athlete" (No Pitts Family Reunion 1998 T-shirts today!) Sweat up a storm to the point that people avoid the cardio machines on either side of you. Look up a new strength routine online and pretend like you totally made it up yourself. If you want to feel really special, maybe even walk with your arms away from your sides (Y'know, since your biceps are SO big they can't even fit next to your body).
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
More Health and Fitness
Monday, August 8, 2011
- The gym commute at 5:30 PM: 20 minutes.
The gym commute at 5:30 AM: 4 minutes.
There's nothin' sweeter than flying down a street that's usually bumper-to-bumper with tourist traffic during the summer. Oh, and did I mention that every stoplight is green? Yeahhh baby.
- The radio is SO much better when it's still dark outside. I don't know about you, but I hate morning shows with a fiery burning passion. I feel like I'm listening to my (imaginary) little brother laughing with his idiot friends about things that aren't funny to anybody but themselves. Plus, I have yet to run into a radio commercial when driving to the gym in the AM.
- I am still half asleep until 6:45 or so. This means that I don't feel the full torture of my workout until it's pretty much already over. By the time I come-to, I'm pretty much finished and ready to stretch and hit the showers.
- The locker-room gossip is AMAZING. The most popular water aerobics classes start from 7-8 AM, right around the time that I'm prepping for the day. And let me tell you, these ladies are like their own little senior citizen social club. From Roberta's cruise to the Bahamas to Michelle's son's recent burglary arrest, there is never a dull moment.
- No kids in sight. Need I say more?
- My day isn't consumed entirely by working and exercising from 8 AM to 8 PM. During a time that I would usually be sleeping, I'm already entirely finished with my workout for the day. That leaves 5 PM to 10 PM to do what I please without feeling guilty for skipping a workout.
- I look like a real person for the entire day. If I don't go to the gym in the morning, I snooze my alarm until the last possible moment. When I finally spring out of bed, often yelling profanities, I only have time to throw on some ugly business casual attire and run out the door. Needless to say, I tend to resemble some sort of swamp monster on these days.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
A lot of times when I go to yoga, I spent a good chunk of the time staring at other people. Not in a creepy, demeaning way (well, maybe it's kinda creepy), but more in an envious way. It's hard not to stare when you're in a room full of strong, flexible people and way too many mirrors.
Sometimes I let this envy get the best of me, and I start to get down on myself. I get insecure, staring at myself in the mirror in front of me and losing the focus that yoga really is all about. More often than not, I spend the entire time criticizing my body in every pose from the way my stomach looks in a forward fold to my inability to do a forearm stand.
Like these two, for example :-)
The most significant part of this whole epiphany, however, was one simple thought that had never even crossed my mind up until this point.
I have been the target of somebody's envy. I have great qualities that I don't even realize because I take them for granted day after day. And so does everybody else.
So the next time you're feeling down on yourself or envying that skinny b*tch next to you on the subway...
STOP! Because she may be envying you for something that you don't even see. You're bangin' and everybody else knows it, so effing appreciate it, gosh darnit!
Do you have yoga/spin/life envy? How do you keep it in check?
Thursday, August 4, 2011
- Kikkoman "Soup Base for Noodles" - all I know is that theres all this crazy Japanese writing on it and you can find it at an Asian market.
- Soba Noodles - again, I'm not exactly sure how you can identify it other than it's in your Asian supermarket and looks like it should be.
- Whatever chopped veggies and other (edible) objects you want. For this one I used broccoli and spinach, but I've also tried it with tofu and mushrooms and that's equally as delicious.