Operation Tubetop

As I mentioned yesterday, I picked this book up on Kindle and finished it within a day. I think that by stumbling upon The Accidental Diet: From Fugly to Fox was a bit of a fate thing. I've been stuck in a weight loss/ weight gain holding pattern for a few months and with getting hit by a bout of bronchitis and discovering this book, I feel like I am back on track and ready to finalize Operation Tubetop. The book is short but why shouldn't it be? Alicia Hunter highlights some key points that make weight loss seem completely doable and doesn't make me want to gnaw my arm off in hunger. It is common sense and filled with points that we (we, the constant dieters) have heard for years but now is in print which in my world, makes things real. Damn you Onion for confusing the bejeebus out of me, often. Some good points: Eat every 2-3 hours Track calories Don't deprive yourself I am of course simplifying her advice and there is much more to the book, but I sugge

A miracle happened while being on antibiotics. For a couple of days I lost any urge to eat (who am I kidding, I ate, but not as much as usual). I took this as a sign that it was time to reassess my eating and to stop wearing my stretchy pants with blazers. And so, while I was on Twitter, stalking my favourite celebs, I looked at who was following me. Lo and behold there was a woman named Alicia Hunter on my list and I clicked on her profile. In it it said that she had written a book called The Accidental Diet: From Fugly to Fox. I Twittered her asking if her book was available on Kindle and within an hour she had responded it was! And I read it! And it is great. I won't go into detail yet, saving that for tomorrow. But here is my week's eating plan. Monday Breakfast: coffee with skim milk Snack: Swedish cracker bread stuff with laughing cow cheese Lunch: Soup Snack: Swedish cracker bread stuff with laughing cow cheese Dinner: Egg Beaters with a hollowed out bagel and som

As promised, I will write about my experience with Microdermabrasion. The whole process was called Reviderm Super Peel which kind of sound like an awesome slip and slide (note to dear friend with the garden house... this year you need to buy a slip and slide. I'll cater. Mexican food and margaritas. Get on it). Anyway, I booked an appointment for my bday and looked forward to it like a spoiled Jewish kid on Christmas. The spa is at my gyno's office which is funny and probably sounds a little inappropriate. Carpe Diem, my friends. The whole procedure lasted about 45 minutes and the chair was padded by an amazing goose down duvet and sounds of exotic instruments played softly in the background. I think I heard some whale calls mixed in. And who in the hell thought whale calls is relaxing. All I can think about is that film Deep Water and I get heart palpitations and I will never ever watch that film. I digress. The cosmetician started by analyzing my skin. Small pores and red

Hiya folks. I am back from the edge of dying bronchitis. Last week I was feeling really lethargic and not quite myself and then by Thursday "BAM!", it hit me. I thought I had a cold and therefore told myself to man up and get myself some Dayquil. I had things to do. Saturday we went to a ball and a lot of it is a blur but I do believe I had a very very good time. Our table companians were fun to talk to and my dress did up, win! On Sunday was the birthday party for the Kid and that too my friends is one big blurry memory. There were kids, there was food, there were friends and there were presents but I can't really tell you much more than that. I knew something was wrong when I couldn't even take more than a couple of sips of a Bloody Mary. Monday I called in sick and figured I would sleep this cold off but by Tuesday I had turned into a Walking Dead character croaking out "Where's the goddamn Vicks Vaporub?!" I knew it was time to face my biggest fear;

My birthday was yesterday and all in all it was great! My parents came for the weekend which was wonderful and I got tons of clothes and I got a Michael Kors purse. Squeal! I love it! I will wear it all the time! Here is a picture of it. I love you. On Monday I had microdermabrasion which I will write about in the next couple of days. Then I spent a couple of hours trying to make a ball dress upon which I then said "Screw it!" and went out and bought one. It doesn't do up all the way but I figure 4-5 days of high protein and some Spanx and I should be a ok. Right? Right. After the dress purchasing, I met a friend for a quick afternoon drink and received another charm for my Pandora bracelet.. Highlarious meaning behind it! Won't go into details here. Then I headed home to spend time with the Kid, bathe him, read to him and watch some Umi Zoomi and then it was time for him to go to bed. I made pizza for the Husband and me and drank some more wine. And then I go

I have a magic dress. My mother bought it for me from H&M and it is magical. This is a picture of it that I found on the Interweb. (Not sure how to change the picture, stupid picture) It is magic. It is magic because it is flattering to a fault. It makes me look like a poor man's version of Joan from Mad Men. It hugs in all the right places and makes me look thinner. The colour is awesome. I love this dress. I feel like I can take on the world with this dress. So here is to you magic dress. You make me feel good.

I've been married for 9 years and I have to say, I am motherlovin blessed. I got married at 22 and I knew that this was the man for me. We eloped, and that be another story, but I cannot believe that I am still so madly in love with the Husband. Do we fight? Of course. Am I the one who starts the fights? Of course. Even though we got married so young, I grew up with a great example of marriage. My parental units have been married for almost 40 years and I find that so incredibly admirable, how they didn't smother each other with pillows is even more admirable. What I find makes my marriage so wonderful is that I have a man that never sees an end to our marriage. I'm not easy to live with, I know that... But I keep him convinced that he needs me. I can't say that I am an expert in marriage but here are a couple of tips: Everytime your partner pisses you off, take a deep breath and think about the first thing that attracted you to them. In my case, an apartment in Vienn