Saturday, December 31, 2011

El Ano Nuevo

Am I the only person who can not believe Christmas has happened and that New Years is here? I mean really where did December go. I best be getting on board seeing as this is the last day and all. I thought about pontificating on what I take away from 2011, and what I want from 2012 and I realized something. I do not know. I am not sure what I want from this year ahead. What do I want to make happen or what do I hope the universe will drop at my feet? I guess some of this is realizing that I like not having everything mapped and planned out. I am enjoying dealing with life as it comes my way and just stumbling through. I have little figured out, but each time something happens and I deal with it I learn and value how much I have changed in the past few years. There are other times I am over it and would like something to be straightforward and clear, but that wouldn't be the life I have chosen to live. I firmly believe very little exists in black and white, I believe I live in grey. I think the grey has often undone me, and now I look for more black and white. Life does not exist in black and white though, but being clear about what you want and need for you can strengthen what your black and whites are. I am drifting towards defining black and whites which are healthy and attainable and letting go of ones that are an exercise in futility to attempt to establish.

Tonight I am heading over to Katie's. I am not a big New Years person. Never really have been. Too much emphasis put on one night makes me squirmy. Never mind in NYC it throws the city into overpriced chaos. I am really really really happy though to be spending time with one of the most important people to me to usher in a New Year. That to me starts the year off on a good note.

As for other things....I guess what I hope for in 2012 is more of what I had and was just beginning to get and value in 2011. I value kindness over toughness, clarity over ambiguity, change over the status quo, dating over pining for those not available....

Speaking of that. I did hear from RGC in response to my bailing text. The next morning for the record and he basically just said yeah my mind is elsewhere, and I haven't been in the mood for much this week. Ugh, what a ridiculous situation. He's sadder then I first suspected. It's really hard to offer sympathy to someone you do not really know, add that to list of what I learned in 2011. I had drinks last night with my friend Kevin. It was great to see Kevin, and of course he let me spew all sorts of tales at him for his opinion. His ruling on RGC no contact for a week and after that cut him loose. It's funny, last night I cared and wanted advice of how to let him disappear into the man cave and not be forgotten today I don't. I am not going to give this more then it deserves from an attention and emotional standpoint. Yes, I like him, but timing is a big thing and it looks like I got hosed by timing on this. I refuse to think in a giant city of a gazillion people that he is truly the one person from me and worth acting like that. What am I hung up on holding on to? I think what I am hung up on is hope, chance, chemistry and that really fun part when you are excited to see where something goes. The great part about all that is it can happen with anyone and you just never know who it could be. Am I mad the fun got killed so early yes, but do I think it's gone forever nope. I got hung up on fun, but it's a New Year with a lot of of possibility of fun. I am going to get hung up on that promise instead of one that maybe doesn't exist.

In summary, Happy New Year's everyone! Thank you for sharing your 2011 with me and for letting me share mine with you. Thank you for sharing your stories, listening to mine, the comments, the emails, the tweets, thank you. Thank you for the time, support, and the commiserating. It means more to me then you will ever know. I hope for every single one of us that the next year brings us closer to whatever it is we're looking for however we choose to define it.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Well Hmmmmph

I need to whine a little about boys for a second. So yes things were going smoothly with RGC or so I thought. He got a little weird. He was weird for a few days and I did not think much about it. I chalked it up to the holidays and family obligations. Also we've known one another for a nanosecond and despite that seeming positive I was not going to assume any real familiarity. All I had to go on was how he had been and how he was being did not match. Anyway by Tuesday I was thinking hmmm something is up and at this point I can ignore it or I can call him on it. I was literally about to send the so I'm guessing you're not into it text when I got one from him. A friend of his passed away and he found out about it Christmas Eve. 1. That is awful and I felt bad for him, 2. I am so glad I did not send that text. I decided fair enough, he wasn't dumping his problems on me but said sorry I've been distant here's what is going on. His behavior however did not change. I started to feel insecure, and a little needy. I am not a big fan of either one of those emotions.

The big thing is we're supposed to hang out tomorrow night. I felt really weird about it. I felt like it's too soon for any big emotional hang out and the way things have been this week I'm not really looking forward to hanging out with him. I sort of suspected I was going to feel resentful and not really show my best side. I feel like it's not the best message to say you can act weird all week regardless of if it has to do with me and still get to see me. I am not down with that message. I have sent that message way too many times. I have also started relationships with men when they are having some sort of emotional fallout I support them through. What's that? Oh yes it's the alarm bells ringing in my head.

It's a tough thing not making new people pay for the transgressions of others in your past. I am not saying RGC is like every other guy I have dated. I don't really know him well enough to make that assumption or come to that conclusion. I do not know him. I do not know what his subtext is. What I do know, I do not like how I am feeling at the moment, and I do not want to hang out with him tomorrow. It's easy to forget sometimes you do not have to know what someone else thinks, you need to know what you think. I decided rather then to wait him out, wonder if he would say something I would take care of me. That's all I can do, so I sent a text, sounds like you had a rough week rain check on tomorrow night. No response. Silence sometimes is the answer I think but at least I am not wondering anymore.

Wednesday, December 28, 2011

Holiday Round Up

I survived the holidays! I hope everyone can say the same. It was actually a lovely time. My mom was on pretty good behavior already having one kid who can't be around her. I think it kept her on her best behavior. It was a nice time. We spent a lot of time together. A lot. We got along really well and actually discussed some interesting things. A few things I learned or rather am beginning to accept and not care about:

1. My mom and I define beauty differently. She equates it with thinness and I don't therefore us seeing eye to eye on this is not probable. That being said it doesn't mean we can not have a dialogue. I showed her the pictures of Harriet Coleman I posted on here and said can you really tell me in all seriousness she is not beautiful? She said no, she is beautiful. We actually had an interesting discussion about it. I said to her straight up I think a lot of your issues are centered around never feeling pretty and what you offered being your body, specifically your thinness. I said while I get where it comes from it would have been nice growing up to not have been told my body was wrong, not normal, and so on, but rather to have had the differences accepted. My mom is 5'4" and petite, I am 5'8" so off the bat I was never going to look like her.

2. We can define things differently and not hurt one another by trying to convince the other. My mom is free to think thin is better. I can not take that away from her, but she does not have to force her opinions on me. I can set boundaries of what is and is not up for discussion and I can calmly enforce these. I did not think this was possible I think it could be.

3. My mom will probably always have something to say about what I am eating or try to control it. I got sharp with her once, when I was eating a cracker with cheese before a dinner party and she chided me not to fill up. Later the next day I said to her, straight up do not talk about what I am eating or how much of it I am eating. Period. I have to learn and I have to learn on my own. Your days of being the food police are gone.

4. I may never be thin enough for her, and I do not care. She does. I think my mom respects me seeking her approval less, but it scares her. I feel this weird push pull about it that she does not want to have to worry about me or help me with it, but she also does not know what her role is exactly without it.

5. She has fabulous taste. I mean my mom's clothes are legendary. She said instead of giving stuff away or to your friends maybe I should save things for you. At first I thought YES PLEASE, then I listened to my inner voice that said hmmmm this sounds like a bad idea, and has set up written all over it. I am not sure why, maybe because I should be healthy and lose weight because I want to not to chase someone else's closet. I'm not sure what set me off but I honored it and said I'm not sure that's a great idea.

6. Sometimes when she sucks it has nothing to do with me. I have two little cousins who are 7 & 12. They are awesome and they think I am magic. I was chatting with them decorating cookies for Santa, and my mom not once but twice made sort of weird remarks about it. Things along the lines of, "Anna are you doing a monologue over there." I did not care for it. I called her out the next day. She actually was annoyed at my uncle and his not helping. I said to her so why did you say something mean to me? I said it made me want to close down and feel really self conscious. Why not just say to uncle man, I am trying to get dinner ready, Anna's entertaining the girls can you participate please? She completely agreed. What was nice about this was I got what I wanted out of it. Told her that sucked without anger, and heard her side.

My brother sent us Christmas text messages. Lame. I have decided we all get one holiday where we regress to being 17 years old again. This was his so I hoped he enjoyed it. I am still not sure what I did but I have left voicemails and sent texts so it's not like I have not tried to figure it out.

RGC and I kept in constant contact despite family obligations and the holidays. I was curious to see how that would go. I have yet to tell him anything about my weight history or even this blog. I am trying something different not just spewing my life story.

I went through lots and lots of old family photos. It was really cool and really weird. So much has changed. Not just me, but locations, people, who's even alive anymore, it was awesomely weird. I went through them alone for a while and then my mom joined in filling in some gaps.

 Below is a gem I stumbled across.

Am I working that Santa photo or what? 

Not so much a gem, but if a photo could some up my relationship with my mother, this would be it. She's all pulled together and perfect-ish and I look adopted and like I was big into oversized men's clothes. Do. Not. Understand this Anna.

Mama at my first birthday. How amazing is her hair?

Clearly my love affair with food started young. 

How did everyone else make out? Hope everyone survived and had a lovely holiday.

Wednesday, December 21, 2011

Just Enjoy It

Things are a real mixed bag right now, but mentally I am feeling pretty good about it all. A little round up.

 I worked really hard last week on not listening to the unhealthy voice. Dialing into that I think overall helped me check back in and not just about eating but everything. I just felt overall a lot more present. In checking back in I realized how I had not been present. Illuminating.

Eating wise I was way more on my A game and made much better and healthier decisions. I was not restricting, not eating my way through the night, and I did well with my work outs. I kept the alcohol to a minimum and just overall had a pretty healthy week. I saw Marisa on Tuesday and she said my weight was down significantly. I played it cool at first and just talked about the week but I finally caved and asked how much I was down. She wouldn't tell me. She felt with Christmas coming, and me traveling it could impact my weight next week and she wanted to avert any crisis. I get it. The one time I lost 7 pounds in a week it was such a blessing and a curse. I was thrilled, ecstatic about it, and then completely upset I could not do it again and again and again. A 7 pound weight loss in one week is not healthy or what you should be aspiring to and certainly not a goal to hold yourself to. I respect her choice and expertise and I have been really pleasantly surprised how not hung up on it I am. The number is not really important. I felt really good about getting back on track and it was great to have the scale reflect that a half a pound, or 10 a loss is a loss. 

In other news my brother is having some sort of quarter life crisis. Yowsa is he in a bad way. I have no idea what to do about it. He's been taking everything out on my mom and they can not get along. I am trying to stay neutral. It's practically impossible, but I do not agree with what he is doing or how he is handling himself, but it's not my life so not my problem. Straight up, I think he needs therapy. I think he struggles with chronic depression and has some stuff he needs to work through. He wants my mom and I to function in a role we just can't. He wants us to just blindly support him and for his actions to not have any repercussions. Don't we all but it just does not work that way unfortunately. He made the decision that he would be unable to come home for Christmas. He did not trust himself to behave properly and thought it was best he avoided the situation. It makes me sad to think he won't be there and it will definitely be weird. I am however HUGELY relieved he is making the mature decision to remove himself from the situation rather then make it worse. I think this is a great and super positive sign despite how it might appear. We have had some horrible holidays. I mean the stuff of legends. Really bad. After my Dad died we really struggled as a family to find our way during the holidays. Only in the past few years have we been able to come together not feel like we were broken and enjoy it. Once my Dad died we morphed into an unconventional family which we had sort of always been but even more so after his death. I see my brother as not attending Christmas as a sort of evolution of that. We would rather be honest as a family and say this is not a good idea and we're over the drama then just suck it up and try to be nice. 

My brother not coming for Christmas means I have several days without any back up with my mom. Should be interesting...I am looking forward to it in a cautiously optimistic manner. 

RGC....we've gone out. He's pretty dreamy...He thinks I am the bees knees and lordy is it nice. He's really easy to hang out with and there's a lot of chemistry there. I think it has potential but who knows. I am open to seeing what happens, but for now I am trying to just relax, take a breath and just enjoy it. 

Tomorrow I am off to Atlanta so I should probably pack a thing or two right? Anyone want to pack for me? 

Anyone else got holiday family drama brewing? Anyone not spending the holidays with their families? 

Friday, December 16, 2011

Asking Versus Telling

I am not going to lie. Last week my eating was not good. Some lapses into old behaviors that haven't cropped up in a while. Mostly restricting my food during the day and night eating. I found it really hard to eat during the day and then to stop at night. My life had become a little more chaotic so my eating had as well. The relationship between the two is super frustrating. I know they are linked, I know that how I am eating often reflects how I am feeling, and I transfer how I feel to how I eat, and if my eating is affected it then also worsens how I feel because I feel more out of control, and gross. Wowsa just typing that made me tired, a lot of feeling and frustration. Lucky for me things never get too bad because I do not go more then a week without seeing someone brilliant who helps re-programme my noggin'.

Tuesday I saw Marisa, my nutritionist. I said I am frustrated and I am becoming more aware of the links and parallels but do not know what to do about it. This sometimes can be the worst limbo, you know what you are doing does not work for you or make you feel good but you do not know what to do about it. I walked her through an example, grazing at night having an English muffin after dinner and admitting it was emotional and a little hunger but probably could have been avoided. She asked me what my dialogue with myself was during this. I said it was admitting it was emotional but in some ways allowing it because I had admitted that.

As Marisa does she said something brilliant. You need to quit asking the unhealthy voice questions and tell it what to do. She said asking the unhealthy voice gives it a voice. I think we can all agree, if asked our unhealthy voice will answer and while it's answer may be appealing it's not going to be what is good for us. She said what you could do in the future is tell it you're emotional right now and there could be eating fall out so you can have an English muffin for breakfast but not right now.

Since Tuesday I have thought about this a lot and in other areas of my life. I generally am open to other opinions, and points of view. I will open up the dialogue about decisions, and I am good with asking others questions and respecting answers. All that is fine, but the one person who can no longer get a vote is the unhealthy voice. The unhealthy voice hoses me each and every time. It makes me think it's my friend and has my interests at heart and it does but the wrong ones. It has the interests of perpetuating old patterns, bad habits, temporary comforts, and old feelings of what I deserve. It wants to keep me where I am because that's what is knows and is comfortable with. There are a lot of things I do not want to do anymore. Some of them are possible, some I may never really be able to define what success would be, I do know the unhealthy voice will not be asked to contribute to these questions anymore. It can't because I don't want to eat English muffins at night when I am freaked out. The unhealthy voice is quite silent when I say okay that's over now what, it's no so smart then and that's when I really need to listen to my own voice.

Thursday, December 15, 2011

I have to say

There is a lot to be said for a man finding you attractive. I've spent my time lately chasing after someone I was unsure about whether or not found me attractive. Life truly is too short for that. The new guy lets refer to him as Ryan Gosling's cousin because as my friend Kim verified post picture showing it's the perfect comparison, is a delight. He has made it clear in a very nice and non gross manner how attractive he finds me.

I had no idea just how awesome that would feel. Not a clue. Who knows if RGC and I will amount to anything more then a flirtation. I really do not know or care right now. What he is making me think about and realize is I still ask for so little from guys and accept so little. I still have work to do on that front. While working on that though it feels pretty awesome and great for a seemingly good guy to find me attractive and want to see me, talk to me, and is not afraid to make it known. 

It's pretty basic really. If someone makes you feel like who you are right this second is not enough for them then they are not enough for you. Guys who make you feel sexy, attractive and valued deserve your time and attention. They deserve the chance, not the ones who you keep doling out chances to that are not valued. 

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

You Know

You know when you have a feeling something is going to happen but sort of hoping it won't? Yeah, we all know it. I got cancelled on for something I have been looking forward to. I knew it was coming. The writing was on the proverbial wall. It does not suck any less. The plans are not just dissolving the friendship is to. Now to navigate this without any unnecessary fallout.

Am I Really Doing This?

I have tried dating on line before and nothing much came from it. I totally was not ready and it brought up so many of my confidence issues. It made me really stressed and sweaty. The one date I went on produced the most epic face sweat of my life. I can laugh about it now (only a little, it's still mortifying), but at the time I had to take on board what my body and sweat glands were telling me. I was not ready.

I am not sure I am ready now. I do however know a few things. Operation starve the crush is going well but it's creating weirdness in that relationship. He does not seem pleased I have pulled away but listen if we're supposed to be "friends" me creating some distance and actively dating should not be an issue. I am not trying to play a game or not respect his feelings. What I am doing is trying to protect myself and move on from someone who does not seem to know what they want or where I fit into it. Since he can not make a decision I will. I have decided to move on in order to minimize the weird and hopefully keep the friendship. Not shut a door but open some new ones while it all plays out. This is new for me because previously I would have just walked away without a second thought or how it affected me. I would have not considered that I do value the friendship and would have wrapped it into a box and put it on a shelf to be forgotten.

A friend of mine is dating on line and has met someone she is really excited about. She was urging me to get over my dating phobias and the crush and to get on line. There was a lot of smart things she said but to prevent this from being a novel I am paraphrasing. I reactivated an old profile. I edited the info, changed some photos and did not think much about it. Not much was happening at first. Then I remembered you get back what you put in. I started being a more active participant. I am now communicating with a dude who looks like Ryan Gosling's cousin. That will do nicely thank you very much. Crush? What crush I roll with the Goslings now.

There have been some others but I am just not rushing or communicating with every guy who tries to. I am sorry but lets face facts the great thing about dating on line is I can reject you in a kind manner. I can look at your photos, profile, and communication with me and say no thanks. In the past I have felt like I had to be nice, return every message and think about each guy. I really don't. I am 31 years old. I know what does and does not work for me and while some guys might be perfectly nice people but that does not make them right for me. It's a great feeling giving yourself permission to trust your instincts. Not override that voice that says I dunno about this, or he is a bad idea, or whatever it is that your instincts want to give you a head's up about. I am embracing it and moving forward listening to it. We'll see what happens, probably more face sweating.

The idea of meeting someone still makes me queasy, but I do know putting yourself out there makes it easier to keep doing it. When all else fails I remember well at least I'll get a blog entry out of it.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

What a Night

I could tell you all about it, but instead I'll show you. Fantastic night. Fantastic people. Viva la drag queens!


impromptu photo shoot on the light up dance floor. 

Kim who I call Juice and I. 

Jonboy and me. 

Juice, Jonboy and I pre-dance party sweating. 

I want everything mirrored. Including my boobs. 

A little photo booth hanging. 

I am obsessed with the blond. "She" was amazing and won that night's lip-sync off. 

Coco performing.

Juice is tiny in a sea of ladies. The one on the right looks like Jason Segel in drag. 

Me and birthday girl Coco. 
There are no words for how amazing her whole ensemble was. 

Jonboy dominating the dance floor.

Saturday, December 10, 2011

Well This Should Be Interesting

I have quite a fashion challenge tonight....I am starting my Saturday evening at a holiday party where my friend is seven months pregnant and most of her friends and peoples have kids or are married. That's cool and I got the soon to be here bebe THE cutest leopard print onesie. This onesie might have been influenced by my second stop of the evening.

My second stop is a friend of mine's birthday. This is no ordinary birthday extravaganza. He is obsessed with Rupaul's Drag Race. In fact obsessed is probably not a strong enough word. He has rented a place out and is throwing a huge drag party. There are going to be performances. He has 3 looks alone and I have seen the heels he is planning to dance in, with his back up dancers.

I have no words for how excited I am for this party. I love a drag queen. I wonder sometimes if I have not just a gay man inside me but a drag queen truthfully. What I am not quite wrapping my mind around is how I dress for both. I probably am not going to be able to have a pitstop at home between parties. I think I have to dress semi neutral and then glam it up in a cab later adding every piece of jewelry I own.

Girl you better WERK that cab makeover! 

Friday, December 9, 2011


I am not the biggest Usher fan, but I find myself incapable of talking about confessions without thinking of his song.These are my confessions...Usher might have been singing about what he's been doing on the side, but I have to talk about what's been going on under my pants.

Shape wear is not a new concept. I am sure just about every woman in the free world at this point has worn spanx. It brings me a lot of comfort how many celebrities swear by them to. Jessica Alba had spanx sewn into her wardrobe for Fantastic Four. True story. I also noticed recently a lot of my friends are rocking the shape wear for day to day and not just special events. I love what they do, but I hate spanx. I really do. They are not comfortable in anyway shape or form. I also feel like yes they may smooth some lines, but they also smush me into a not so flattering shape. Great that my dress glides over, but now my butt looks like someone took a rolling pin to it and not in a good way, don't even start me on my circulation being cut off in the waist and thighs.

Telling you I wear shape wear is part of my confession. The real thing here is why. My legs are a disaster. Not because of size but rather the reduction of it. My thighs are not so pretty. I have a lot of excess skin and it shows through certain things, and there is not a damn thing I can about it besides be patient. I can be patient, but when I noticed with more weight coming off the problem was increasing I was most displeased. I mean it wasn't just silk and satin and known trouble fabrics but even certain jeans. It was starting to really get me down. I mean if you are not safe in jeans then where are you? It's not like I was trying to wear hot pants and unhappy with the results. My dear friend google and I did some looking. I stumbled upon Lytess. Now they claim to reduce cellulite, inches and moisturize. I think they have marginally improved my cellulite and my skin is definitely softer post wearing but I do not know about the inches. I was not really conducting an experiment. I just wanted to not look like oatmeal in pants.

I am addicted. The Lytess shorts are amazing. Some people wear them out, and to work out in. I think this is crazy talk. They are sort of like a cross between tights and leggings. I am a big believer in leggings are not pants unless your butt is covered, and tights are not the same as leggings. I would not rock these alone. They are amazing underneath things though because they are light weight, breathable, comfortable and I have to say considering how super comfy they are I am shocked by the control they give. It's not as much as a spanx, but there are no bulges where they end and I can live in them. I mean I have flown several times in my lytess shorts. I would never, ever, unless I wanted to really punish myself fly in spanx.

I got mine here, but you can also find them at bliss. 

I would have requested sewn in spanx to. 

Oatmeal leg banishers.

When Reality Crashes In

I have been unemployed for three months give or take a day or two. I have known I would have to return to work. I mean I am not a lady of unlimited wealth so I knew the day would come. I just thought it would not be terribly soon and I might have more say in it. I was wrong.

The way my business works is it's not hugely interview driven. It's a lot more meetings and networking. It's very a friend of a friend, who you know and that sort of thing. There's a lot of comfort in this because you know the people you're dealing with or they have been vouched for in some way. It takes a little of the scary out of it. I have been meeting with people, reaching out to others, but known it's a process and not a very fast one. A friend gave me a head's up someone might be contacting me and they did. Not only did they contact me but they wondered if I could work for them starting next week until Mid-March. Sounds awesome right? It is. I freaked the eff out. I have been an anxiety ridden mess ever since. It's a pretty big job and it would be a really great opportunity. I am totally qualified to do it. So what is the problem? It's real. It's not like the other meetings where everything has been very loosey goosey and maybe this will happen maybe it won't. I have had the luxury of knowing my anna time was still very much protected. I was going through the motions, doing what I was supposed to do but knowing on some level my world was not going to change drastically just yet. I also have felt really secure in taking some downtime. I have consistently worked my butt off since I was 13 years old I think. I have never not been working so at 31 being the one steering the ship and responsible for the outcome I was more then okay with a little time off because when else am I ever going to get this chance? That being said I have done some work. A little project here and there. In this economy and with all the people looking for jobs I have not really been hugely open about my embracing of unemployment. It seems so wrong, but I think everyone is different and so is their situation. I am playing the cards I was dealt and despite many people telling me just get back out there, dive back in, more told me take the time, and enjoy it. Enjoy it I did.

I think what is setting me off into this tailspin of anxiety is I have to face what I have been avoiding. I have to move on. Real life is not taking some meetings, waffling about town, and not working. Real life is not waking up every morning and deciding your fate all day or at least it is not mine. While part of me does not want to take this job and be locked down until March I also know it's probably best I do. I need to face these fears of working with new people, feeling not up to snuff, and not hide in my little cocoon. I also know being productive is hugely tied to my sense of self and self esteem and waffling about while it feels good now won't soon enough. If I am really honest about it, it already is creeping in that feeling a little crummy because I am just not contributing much to the world currently. A few times a day I would say to myself, what are you doing? No, really what the hell are you doing? I still do not completely know, but I do know for sure I can only figure so much of it out on my own not participating in the world.

Yesterday I felt like a crazy person. I barely had any appetite which is super unusual for me, and just felt restless. I tried to figure out the cause, I went through my feelings, I talked to friends, I worked out, I ate some marshmallows, and nothing helped. Where I have netted out is change is uncomfortable. I am uncomfortable right now and it's just the way that it is. I have to sit with it. Whether I face it now and take this job should it be officially offered, or I pass and take the next one, this process will not be terribly different. It's going to feel uncomfortable and slightly weird, because for me it is. That's just the way that it is and sometimes reality just isn't sugarcoated despite trying to throw some marshmallows into the mix.
I am not proud and the whole bag was not consumed in one sitting for the record. 

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Ladies I love

Model Harriet Coleman. I feel like Borat wah wah wee wah. What an absolutely stunning woman. She also happens to have 43 inch hips, and a headdress. In conclusion we need to be friends.

I can't. Makes me think its doable. 

Saturday, December 3, 2011

Beauty Obsessing

I get a lot of emails about my make up. I appreciate each and every one because I love to talk make up. I've talked make up before but I do not feel like I have been completely honest in just how deep this obsession runs. I love beauty products. Love them. I am a smidge reformed considering how I used to be. I mean I used to have more products then any woman could ever hope to use in a lifetime. I wonder why my savings are meager and then look at how much I have sunk into beauty products. I'm not proud. I am better now about sticking to what works for me and not being seduced by the latest and greatest product that claims to change my life. I do however hold out hope for that magical product that completes me. Le sigh.

1. I take moisturizing very seriously. I never did and then started seeing Lulu who explained a lot of my skin complaints were related to not moisturizing enough. I started and the problems cleared up. I mean how much better do you look and feel with nice skin? I swear by extra virgin or just virgin coconut oil for the body, and Scientifica peach perfection moisturizer
This is the brand I like. Just make sure whatever kind you use is not refined. 

It's pricey but post 30 a girl has to invest in skincare. 
2. Lips. I love Rosebud's lip salve. This is hardly a revolutionary confession. The best thing about it is in a pinch it smoothes your cuticles, fly aways, and my friend Jen swears it clears blemishes. I've never tried that. I also love a punch of lip color. My go to party lips lipstick is Nars Funny Face. If you don't want to deal with high maintenance lip upkeep you can put it on blot it and treat it like a stain. I love to pop some Lorac lip polish over it. Check out they have some great make up deals. Face Stockholm makes a great lipstick as well for color newbies. It's the veil line. You can build up the color or just have a little bit and it has some shine to it. 

Semi-Matte Fuschia perfection. 

A little glossier and more subtle. Bright lip training wheels. 

Lip survival. 

3. Eyes. My day to day is smashbox. I love their eyelight palette in flash and generally just use the nude shade. Eyeliner wise, I am obsessed with Styli-Style. It's cheap, it's stay put, and I can get it at a drugstore instead of getting sucked into a beauty counter or sephora. 
Not the one I use, but maybe should be. 

Seriously. Get on board with Styli-Style. 

4. Taking it off. I use Purpose face wash and I am always on the hunt for good make up removers. Right now I enjoy Neutrogenas eye make up remover in hydrating. It does a pretty good job and does not make my eyes hurt. For the most part though I am resigned to always having a little bit of eye make up remaining. 

Super gentle cleanser and effective. 

Pretty good stuff. 

5. Cheeks. I resisted blush and bronzer forever. Then I discovered it and for a while looked a little scary but eventually found my way. I like to swish a little bronzer on my cheeks side of face and down the nose, and then dot my cheeks with blush. It works for me. I highly recommend the bronzer blush combo. I love Kevyn Aucoin's bronzer in Natural. It's super light, virtually impossible to over apply and often available on sale on It also lasts forever. I feel like it keeps replenishing itself at night. For blush I love lorac desire. It looks neon pink in the container. Do not be afraid. It's pretty sheer, but a little goes a long way so it also lasts forever. 
A lovely bronzer that does not make you look dirty. 

Doll cheek maker.

6. Hair. Shampoo and Conditioner wise I am slutty and strictly drugstore. I go back and forth between L'oreal and John Frieda brilliant brunette. Product wise, I swear by Moroccan Oil. I like to put just a drop in when my hair is wet and then a smidge more when it's dry to contain any unruliness. I recently started using Janet Waddell's genius hair balm. It's pretty amazing. I swear it's the best thing for wavy hair. It keeps it soft and wavy without any stickiness which I can not stand. I can style it or let it air dry and it looks pretty amazing for very little effort, and it just takes a drop of the balm. My kind of hair product. 
It not only works but smells good.

Genius is correct. 

What products can you not live without? What products have I maybe missed in my obsessing?!

Friday, December 2, 2011


Sorry, the picture does not really do it's volume justice. 
You go for a haircut and walk out looking like you are getting ready for a beauty pageant. I love Janet who does my hair. She's amazing and talked me out of the severe bob I sort of but not really wanted to do. I seriously indulge in hair fantasies. I mean I can barely handle brushing my hair much less a style that requires major styling. Anyway, on occasion she gives me THE MOST ridiculous blowouts. I mean where does she think I am going? I feel both silly and super glam. Happily it did not start raining immediately post haircut and I have a party to go to tonight so it will not be wasted. Win win.

Now on to some updates. I had yoga the other day. It was amazing! Olivia is super great and I am really looking forward to working with her. I was also pleasantly surprised because even though my yoga practice has sucked lately my strength training hasn't. Poses I had struggled with before I really wasn't. It was super encouraging. I however did not plan to well because I had yoga with her and then worked out with Egon that evening. Thursday luckily I did not have too many plans for using my upper body which is good because it was not an option. Holy shoulder/arm soreness, they still hurt for the record.

Operation starve the crush is going pretty well. There's been some sightings and witty banter but I'm taking it for what it is. Whenever I start feeling tempted to overanalyze or talk myself back into obsessing I remind myself if he liked me he would let me know and he's not so I don't want to waste time on him. It's a lengthy mantra but so far so good. It would be really super helpful though if he could just suck in some way at least once. This whole thing though is once again making me look at my relationship between weight and rejection. I was talking to my mom about it and she brought up a good point though. She said lets say he did tell you that you were too big for him, what would that solve for you? Would you really feel better if you knew that. No, no I wouldn't. It would definitely sting no matter how much I think it is THE reason. Sometimes we like to think we know what could hurt us the most and be prepared for it but we wouldn't be. I like being able to assume it like I have it figured out, but I would hate if it's the reason because it is the one thing I am still super hung up on about myself. The rest of me I am pretty okay with and if you didn't like it too bad. The weight, I would have to nod my head in agreement. I think I am closer to giving up this rejection escape hatch. I am over it, and ready to be rejected just because I am just too much awesome contained in one girl, bear with me while I indulge in some bravado....

Food wise, I have been doing pretty well this week. No super stretches without eating, no drinking this week, and the night snacking was under control. I have actually been eating pretty boring this week. Lots of simple sandwiches, chicken, and smoothies. I am pretty exciting ya'll. I did however have a lovely sushi lunch with my friend Kim that was a lovely break from my sandwich monotony and I got to see her gorgeous face. I have to say when I get back to working full time I am really going to miss being able to see my friends all the time. I love being able to have lunch with my girls. I think I forget what they look like in the daytime.

Lets recap shall we...crazy pageant hair, crush extinguishing, and a return to more normal eating. How is everyone else finishing out the week?

P.S. I got the best text ever in the whole world. My friend Lauren from LA, she's coming to NYC next week for a visit!!!! I could not be more excited. Seriously. I might have to take benadryl every night.