Remember my elation at all of my movement last night at my gig? Well, I'm paying for it today! I'm feelin' the pain today!! I finally got to sleep at around 5AM and had to be up and at a dear buddy's birthday brunch at 11:30AM. I made it to the brunch but it was a Herculean task. My friend lives around the corner (literally) and I could barely walk there. My knees were killing me, my feet were killing me - I was so tired!!! …
The Amazing Adventures of Permanent Lifestyle Change Girl: The Work-out.
It's my first day in a bona fide health club. I have made it through the first door. I have been intimidated by cardio-machines that have control panels that look like you need an instruction manual to operate them but I am determined to get some kind of work out today at this gym. …
The Amazing Adventures of Permanent Lifestyle Change Girl: Starting Over.
I hope the title of this post spells it out for you. I have not been diligent in my quest to change my physical self. I must confess that I have been eating with total abandon, have done no exercise and frankly, I haven't even given a damn. I have been eating a lot and loving it, well, that is when I am not feeling uncomfortable from stuffing myself silly. Actually, I feel like a junkie or alchoholic who has fallen off the wagon... the food offers me comfort and immediate satisfaction that …
The Amazing Adventures of Permanent Lifestyle Change Girl: The Middle Seat.
I was so excited about my trip to Colorado that I forgot about my seat assignment anxiety. Seat 21E. E as in EEEK, Egads! the middle seat! I board the plane. The Evil Flight Attendant then announces that the flight is "completely full." Shit! I walk down the aisle of the cabin and scan the row numbers. I tried to smile to counteract the panicked look that flashes over each passenger who sits by an empty middle seat. I'm not being paranoid. I know that look of "Please God, not next to …
P.S. I forgot to pack my girdle…
OMG!!! It's true folks! I forgot to pack my girdle this weekend. I am performing at a black tie event without a girdle. You might ask: "How could this happen?" Hell, if I know. I have never- let me repeat - never, ever, forgotten my girdle. And we ain't talking no prissy, wimpy Spanx shit. I mean a GIRDLE. No offense to Spanx wearers, but Spanx ain't a girdle, not according to my standards. If it can be folded flat into a sleeve for retail display, like a pair of panty hose or panties, …