February 24, 2014

"Celebrities" and Why I Love Free Drinks

Vegas. Sin City. The ultimate adults playground.

Well, I've never been there. But I have been to its loud mouthed, shady, cousin Atlantic City.

Atlantic City is... special. If you've never been, just take the trip. If you're expecting Vegas, expect to be let down because it's nothing like it. It's got a swag and grittiness all its own. I made my first trip in 2008.


It all started when a group of girls I was friends with were all, 'Hey, want to go to AC this weekend?" Umm. what? Naturally, I was immediately down for the trip. Turns out it was a comped room at Harrah's through a guy (John) one of the girls knew. $60 for a weekend at Harrah's? Sign me up! I asked my then roommate if he wanted to go with us and, although hesitant, he agreed. We left Friday after work and the ride down was full of laughs, crazy conversations and sing offs. All signs of a good weekend. 

As soon as we got to the room I dropped my bag and expressed my excitement. You know, since it was my first time in AC and all. 


After we were all settled and changed we headed down to meet John. He got us into one of the VIP bars with the people he was with. That's when all the fun started.

Two of the three girls were fawning all over John like he was Ryan Gosling. Since Ryan isn't my cup of tea I obviously wasn't interested. I was sitting with my roommate talking when this woman plopped down next to him and asked if he "wanted to party". Again, ummm what?. After figuring out what 'party' meant we declined and continued talking. Then I realized she looked quasi-familiar. So I needed to take a picture. 

"Roseanne"
Immediately after taking this picture she asked where I was from. I said Fort Lee. She asked if that was in New Jersey and I said yes. Her response? "Yeah, good luck with that" Da fuq?

The rest of the trip was filled with the same dumbfuckery. 

Gotta love photo bombs

These people. In-sane. 
The weekend as a whole? A complete blur. I don't remember paying for drinks, nor do I recall sleeping. These pictures are only from the first night. There was a solid two days of this that just aren't blog worthy.


Unfortunately, this weekend gave me unreal expectations. I'm sorry, you want me to pay for that drink? I can't have a room at Harrah's for less than $350/night?

AC, I don't accept this. Work on yourself, I'll be back.



February 16, 2014

On Track

Today I can show up, talk about my weight loss journey and not feel like a complete hypocrite. I was seriously nervous that I was going to have another gain this week. If I had... I just don't know. It would have been a major blow to my motivation. Instead I can type before you thrilled to say that I am down 1.2 pounds. BOOM! There was a definite sigh of relief when I saw the numbers stop moving.

This week's meeting was about when food isn't the answer. This was something I used to struggle with greatly, and still do at times. I don't think of myself as an emotional eater because when I'm upset my first thought isn't what food can soothe my wounds. However, I am a boredom eater. If I feel bored or restless that's when I find myself opening and closing the cabinets 552 times. That's also when I need to stop, pause, and think about whether food is the answer. 

Don't get me wrong, I'm definitely one to celebrate and there's food, or beer, involved somewhere. The point is that food shouldn't be your go-to celebration method. 



But if you do...


Tune in tomorrow for a look at what I've been doing fitness wise!
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February 14, 2014

Love Stinks

It's heeeere! In case you haven't looked at a calendar lately, today is Friday and pay day (woo!). Even more than that, it's Valentine's Day (boo!).

Now, before you get all puffy calling me a Debbie Downer, let's just make it known that I'm not a bitter, single girl hating on the Day of Love. I hate it on principle. And to honor that, you're getting my top 5 reasons for disliking V-Day. {for the record, this is in jest... mostly}



ONE
Let's be real. Valentine's Day raises every girl's expectations into the stratosphere. Will he propose? Are we going to have dinner at Per Se? Did he go to Jared's? Ladies, seriously? Calm the fuck down. It's not that serious. If this is your one day for him to pull out the big guns, you should reevaluate. Which leads me to...

TWO
It's one day. One freaking day. If you two aren't showing each other the love you have the other 364 days of the year, again I ask you, what are you doing with your life?!



THREE
Can someone please explain to me when V-Day became a women's only "holiday"? Show of hands, how many women will be taking their guy out tonight, or buying him chocolate and flowers a video game and beer? Yeah, that's what I thought.

FOUR
"It says you're not real." Know where that's from? Anyone... Mom? Just me then.
Valentine's Day is made up people. All of this hearts, chocolates, and flowers bullshit is commercialism at its finest. I refuse to participate... unless you want give me some caramel or peanut butter filled Lindt truffles.

FIVE
Does there really need to be a fifth? Valentines Day is just flat out lame.




And there it is. Why I dislike Valentine's Day. Can't we just have one year where it's not over-hyped? If you need me later, K and I will be going to dinner at Maggiano's. You know, since he needs to prove his affection and all.


And since there ain't no Friday like a #BackThatAzzUp Friday!




February 02, 2014

Fat to Fit #2

So I've been back on WW for a full month this coming Thursday. I'm less than pleased with my overall work for the month and know that I am capable of doing better. 

In the past month I lost a grand total of 0 pounds. Cue the tears.

When I stepped on the scale yesterday and it said I was back to my starting weight I wanted to cry. Then I was filled with rage. Followed next by tearful rage. What the hell happened?!


Oh I know. I made a major rookie mistake. Friday night I went out with my best friend and had New England Clam Chowdah, cheese fries and 2 beers. Real freakin' smart Michael. Especially the night before a weigh in.

Fortunately yesterday's meeting was exactly what I needed to hear. It was about celebrating non-scale victories. We put so much emphasis on what the scale says that we forget to celebrate the victories and successes that happen in other ways along our journey. Even though I've had a terrible first month with the scale, my non-scale victories are worth sharing.


  1. K and I developed a gym routine for me to follow. 
  2. I went to the gym 3 times consistently and have a schedule mapped out.
  3. I skipped on some foods so that I could have points to enjoy others.
  4. I tracked consistently.
  5. I attended every meeting since I rejoined WW.
  6. I have motivation again.




And last, but certainly not least...



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