So I’ve been trying to get more fabulous. You can read all about it here. And I have succeeded if by “success” you mean “failure”. Let’s re-cap, shall we?
Exercise: For about three weeks I was doing a good job of loading episodes of True Blood onto my iPhone and trekking down to the gym in my office a few times a week. I wore some of those butt toning shoes and broke a light sweat while watching Sookie feel conflicted about a vampire who was, let’s face it, a little mangy. I made it to the point were she first met Eric, who is totally not mangy, and…stopped working out. My bag of gym clothes is still sitting in my office just waiting for me to go downstairs and get busy. I mean, I’m only through about half of season one! There’s a lot more working out I should be doing! Oh, and my butt is still saggy too. Yeah.
Diet: That’s actually been going pretty well thanks to my new rule that I need to tweet every time I’m about to eat something stupid. I dropped a few pounds but seem to have plateaued. Maybe because I was on a vacation all last week so I’ve been home with access to Broke Foodie’s peanut butter fudge. Hard to say, really. But even though I’m down a few pounds and my muffin top is no longer bad enough that I’m considering never wearing pants again, I’m still not where I want to be to fit into my existing wardrobe. Also, I bought some new slacks today and I don’t like the number in the waistband one little bit.
Skincare: Still keeping up with that. Mostly. I’d be better off if I put eye creme on before bed but I’m lazy like that. I have a plan for my skin though: for my birthday (which will not be revealed here on this blog so don’t get any ideas), I’m asking for microderm abrasion at Red Door. My friend Minky at Dial M For Minky says it’s fabulous and wants to go get it too AND her birthday is the same week as mine so we’re going to flee our families and go glam it up one one day real soon. And I will blog about it. Because who doesn’t want to read all about me having my face sand-blasted?
Hair: Oh lord. My hair. Yeah. The Brazilian blowout was a huge mistake. It looks bad and I don’t like it. But because I spent about a billion dollars are the products to maintain it I was determined to use them. And they were keeping my hair straight, fer sherz. But they were not doing a particularly good job of keeping my hair clean or conditioned. So, two days ago I decided to break free of the ties of flat, dry, dirty hair and went back to my perennial favorite L’oreal Vive hair products and I’m trying to coax some curl back into my locks.So far it’s cleaner and softer and the curl has started to return. But only in a few select spots. So now it looks like it was blown out by a five year old girl who’s obsessed with laying Beauty parlor. Ugh.
But all is not lost!I am going to get back n the diet and exercise wagon! And I have plans afoot to hit Sephora and get one of the nice ladies there to tell me what to do with my make-up. And I’m going to find a specialty lingerie store and get my boobs weighed and measured or whatever happens at a good bra fitting and get some lingerie that does the work for me. And I’m going to do a little shopping to find some of the kinds of clothes the personal shopper at Nordstrom put on me, only at stores that are in my price range. And I might even be able to to remember to put on a necklace and earrings once in a while.
Stay tuned! And don’t be afraid to tweet me and remind me that I should be working out and steering clear of the snack foods.