7/11/10

Update Blog.





Hello Readers! As I stated in my last post, my update blog is a bit late this time around, but I promise not to let that happen again. Here I stand before you (only) 3 pounds lighter. Your girl is trying but being 21 has added some extra calories into my life. But don't you worry, I'm back on the horse. There's a new moon beginning tonight, and bitch, you better believe, I'm ready.

I know I have a long way to go, but this is a journey I promised myself I'd finish. And on this journey I've come to love the people around me, love the meals I've made, love my workouts, and most importantly: love myself.

Love yourself today, moon babies, the time is yours.

7/7/10

It's been a long time since I rock 'n' rolled.



Hello! I feel like I haven't blogged in a long time, and it's been 3 weeks, and I missed my update blog, I am sorry for all of these things. However, I can not take an update blog today, it would be a bad representation of myself. I am currently bloated from sangria, diet snapple, and coffee. This particular post is about: Gaga, how to eat healthfully when you're eating out, and my new workout routine. Allow me to explain:

I woke up yesterday and my first thoughts were, "Gaga tonight!" I was so excited that when I got to the gym, I told the person working out next to me that I was going to see Gaga. She just smiled and knodded. Whatever. The day was finally here to see my beloved at Madison Square Garden with my great friend and always fun food partner: Lindsay Girden. We attempted to catch the 2:46pm train from South Orange, it was 30 minutes (aka 35 minutes) late picking us up. And boy, were we a sweatin'! Yesterday was a scorcher, am I right? So we get on the train, it was so much cooler and we were finally relaxed. And then, as though the anti-Gaga gods were smiting us the train shut down. No lights, no air, no train sounds. Nothing but an angry old man next to us saying to his quiet wife: "this is ridiculous! We'll never make it to New York!" We did not make it to New York on that particular train, we had to transfer at Seacaucus (6 minutes from Penn Station) but we finally arrived.

Ah, New York. Your stench never ceases to completely disgust me. But I love ya, you know I do. We hopped a cab to Lindsay's (adorable/great) apartment on Avenue A. We arrived, sweaty, tired, and a bit stressed. It was already 5 o'clock, and we still had to eat, drink, get drunk, and go see our girl. So we quickly got dressed, glittered our eyes, purpled our hair, and found a place to eat. Poco is a really cute tapas bar/lounge. We made the decision to do 2 tapas and unlimited Sangria for 30 bucks. For NYC, and for what the meal turned out to be, that was a really ridiculous and awesome price. We sat at the bar and had our first glass of red Sangria, it was a bit watery but it was cool and refreshing. Brad (or Bret) our bartender and (new) friend, told us we could go sit downstairs in the air conditioning when it was all set up. We were totally game for that. We walked downstairs after 2 glasses of Sangria, I stumbled more than I walked, and we arrived in a dark room, with couches, funky chairs, little candles, and awesome cold air conditioning. We ordered: Mushroom truffled croquettes, Gambas al ajillo (spiced shrimp on a garlic toast with sun dried tomato's), tuna ceviche, and the most sinful thing: lobster mac & cheese.

Now, Tapa's, if you're like me and you're watching your weight/what you eat, is a great thing to go for. You get served appetizer/snack sized foods for relatively cheap (depending) and it's not something that will bloat your or make you kick yourself for. Lindsay and I split everything, that was 1 piece of tuna each (thin, lightly oiled, salted and fenneled-so good), 2 croquettes each (small size, like half a golf ball), 2 Gambas (on toast similar to the size of melba toast) and we split the small bowl of lobster mac & cheese. All of this was rich, and good, but we didn't overindulge. I felt great and ready to take on the town. I was also extremely drunk--that is not good for your waistline, but hey, you only see Gaga once, right?

We taxi'ed our way to MSG and the show was awesome. I won't go into too much detail but lets just say we definitely danced, screamed, and sweat off any dinner calories we had. The show was all you'd want it to be: loud, glittery, leathery, sweaty, whiskey smelling, giant fish like monster-y, and fabulous. Oh, so fabulous.

I am home now, recovering, in bed doing what I love: blogging and drinking a gallon of water. I toast this water to you, Lindsay and to you, Gaga. Thank you for a great time.

Tomorrow I start my new work out routine: it will involve more running and more arm strength training. Biceps, triceps, etc. I wanna get toned arms, Michele Obama.....'s arms.... inspired me. I will let you all know the outcome of that. And will post an update blog very soon, probably this week.

Until then, happy eating, living, and for God's sake, stay cool--it's so damn hot.