Weight Loss Secrets: My Misfit NYC (part 2)*

(Im clinging to the belief there’s no other way to blog from the WordPress Android app. If there is *I* can’t figure it out)

It is BigPicBigPic WordsWordsWords again–but it was such a fun experience and I wanna share.

Friday I woke & immediately made me some hotelroom coffee.

I *love* me some hotelroom coffee.

I set it up the night before (nerd alert) and crawl over & press ON as soon as I open my eyes.

Love.

Then, after feeling my bod move in slow motion, I knew I should workout (hence the pic of my gosportid bracelet. I’m a worrywart in that way and guessed correctly Id be the only one in the hotel gym. On the flipside of my Seuss quote? An emergency contact #).

I *needed* to do cardio.

Just a little (though as per pic I sweated plenty for some reason) but enough to give my body what it was screaming for: STRETCH & FOAMROLL.

(How much do I love the hotel had a foamroller? How much is that an indicator of getting older that I wake up and my bod screams for a foamrolling & not otherstuffs )

I then donned the thinnest down jacket known to (wo)man kind (and grown up shoes!) & headed out to meet with Shape Magazine.

And got lost.

A lot and again and AGAIN started out in a cab & was unceremoneously dumped, err, lovingly deposited at the wrong spot (!).

Ever the capable misfit I not only found someone to point me in the proper direction I located me a menorah & made said someone snap my picture with it.

(I have many fears but apparently one of them is NOT being thought a tourist. I own it.)

Finally I found Shape Magazine, secured my security sticker, & was on my way.

The offices were precisely what Id imagined (mags everywhere. My vision of heaven though I was far too professional to snag any) & the flaxseed icing on my protein cake was the fact there was a casting happening & I got to glimpse myriad models up close and SHAPEpersonal.

Very cool and they were all exceedingly friendly (well, after I killed em with AustinKindness).

LOVED the woman I met with at Shape.

She spent close to two hours with me talking about YOU. About bloggers.

Bottom line is, love the mag or skip it as a read, Shape Magazine gets us, Shape Magazine appreciates us, & Shape Magazine sees value in us.

So. Freakin. Refreshing.

Next I was on to Mens Fitness (same floor as Shape which offered even me little opportunity for getting lost).

There I gained lots of insight into the male mind (watch out Ren Man) *and* the male mind as it approaches social media and magazines.

So. Freakin. Interesting.

At this point I was so exceedingly hungry.

I was thisclose to hallucinating.

I had a big case of the sads Id eaten the last of my beef jerky that morning and almost threw myself on the floor and had a TornadoWorthy meltdown in the MF offices.

Quicksnacksadlynotpicturedlater (I’ll never be a food blogger) I was on my way to the Yellowman offices.

On my way in a cab driven by an individual who knew precisely where we were going.

It was a Christmakkah miracle.

Yellowman, after learning my love for them and all things tattoo, invited me to preview upcoming lines.

Good lord I loved me some upcoming lines.

All of it.

Beautiful tattoo prints, new cuts of apparel, & myriad bright and more muted colors.

(yada yada bears repeating I’ve PURCHASED most of my Yellowman. I’m just a tremendous fan of everything from the clothing to the way the brands creator appropriated a slur used against him, made it his own, & named his company said slur)

I channeled the FTC, resisted begging for apparel, happily left with a catalog and spent the cab ride back to my HardToLocateHotel circling my desires.

The rest of the weekend (the above was fridayDAY) was a whirlwind of talking, eating, laughing, picture taking, video shooting and TALKING.

I remembered why I love blogging (interesting opportunities for which I am tremendously grateful/finally meeting in real life ‘friends’ I’ve adored from afar for a while).

I (almost) remembered why I miss the east coast around the holidays (almost).

But yeah.

After 4 nights away I was so ready to git home to the last picture above.

*Am* so ready to git home to the last picture above.

I’m at the gate. My plane is here. And my misfitass is ready to board.

See you on the other side…..