right jab, left hook, kick to the ribs

My boxing gloves are hot pink.  Don't you dare judge.
(Photo taken at Classic Kickboxing)

I didn't think I'd ever be a "regular" at the gym.  The wine bar, neighborhood boutique, even the smoothie bar at the Whole Foods around the corner, yeah, totally.

But here I am, nearly every night of the work week, hair pulled back, hands wrapped, ready to clear my mind of the day.  And afterwards, I feel like a new person!

Evidently, beating the crap out of a punching bag can do wonders for a gal's sanity.

but black is slimming, right?

I bought a black bodycon dress.  Bodycon meaning "body conscious".

And then on my way to the parking garage, I bought myself a cupcake.

It's sitting on a plate, staring at me.  I might as well just glue that cupcake to my ass right now.

my food therapist

Fridge Magnet available on Amazon UK

adjustments

Sometimes, I desperately miss onion rings.

my new love

the irony of my life

This weekend I bought this:

and I also made these:

 Slutty Brownies inspired by The Londoner

Yeah, I know.

forgive me, nutritionist, for i have sinned

Stress shopping was followed by stress eating.



Mall pizza for dinner was a terrible idea.

The quarter of Cinnabon for dessert was worse.



Wait, what? Bikini in 10 weeks?
Officially screwed.

could you please pass the dinner rolls?

I adore cheeses, breads, pastas, and desserts.  However, with this quest for a flatter stomach, I'm trying to eat better.  (Let's forget about that donut I mentioned last time).  And yeah, really, it's a sad, dark time in my life. 

But this salad?  Surprisingly delicious.  Maybe there's a little ray of sunshine, after all.

Image Credit: Skinnytaste.com

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random things that weigh 20 lbs

Car Tire

Welsh Terrier

Karaoke Machine

Average 1 Year Old

KitchenAid Stand Mixer

Thanksgiving Turkey
(feeds 10-15 people)

Yeah, okay, that's great.  So, what?

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clearly, this woman hasn't had a cookie in a long time

source: http://www.realbeauty.com/

the unlucky 15

Seriously?

Oh, College Metabolism, how I miss you.

Processed foods were once a part of my daily life (read: frozen dinners, chips, and sugar-coated cereal).  I used to eat the Cheddar's Cookie Monster far more often than I ever went to my Step Aerobics class.  And going to the Rec Center was an opportunity to socialize with my sorority sisters rather than to burn calories.

Yet, somehow I was a size 0, that mythical size that isn't even an actual number.

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