Monday was great. Rejuvenating.
Hanging out with The Tornado/her friends and just *laughing* with moms I didn’t know well before yesterday.
For this misfit who can work too much & verge on being a hermit it was a *very* welcome weekday change.
Ill spare you the majority of the conversation details (oooh forshadowing! hints of post to come!), but as often happens when women gather our conversation turned fitness and weight-loss. 
Fitness, weight-loss, and awkward life moments (to differentiate from negative self-talk, fat talk and other sorts of conversations this blogger works to avoid and/or turn to the positive).
And, as often happens with people who arent aware Ive not always been fit & healthy, one woman looked over at me and joked:
Can you even relate to any of our stories? I bet you cant, can you?
“Oh Sister,” I longed to say yet knew I didnt know her well enough for said sister reference. “I can relate. Ive been there, experienced that, and yes he thought I was pregnant.”
It would make for a better story, perhaps, to say Id entirely forgotten about these interactions until yesterday’s conversation, but I’d be lying.
I may have moved past—but I definitely remember.
The first was so predictably awkward & verging on trite it still feels as though it belongs more in a trashy TV sit com than in a real occurrence.
I was car shopping. I owned a large dog. I was aware I probably didnt want to own an almost-minivan sized car, but thought I’d wander around the *entire* lot before committing to a test drive.
(do you know where Im going with this?)
The salesman followed close behind making a valiant effort to spark & keep a conversation flowing.
(Im sure you can guess now?)
I approached the ‘too big for my needs but would rock with a dog’ vehicle. I opened the trunk, peered inside & tried to imagine my canine leaping into the back.
(now you know, yes?)
“Oh!! I see! Youre expecting!! How exciting!!” the salesman said as he scampered to my side.
I wasnt. And of course being who *I* was, I grew embarrassed for HIM.
The next interaction was far more humorous even in the moment, but also transpired in front of someone (someone I eventually married) I wanted to impress.
Ouch.
Three of us were hanging out and the conversation eventually turned to tattoos (shocking, I realize).
My then-boyfriend Ren Man said to his friend:
You should see the tattoo around her navel! Show him your Star of David!
Before I could we were distracted by something and it was only later I remembered I was going to show Ren Man’s (very fit) friend my navel art.
I got his attention, lifted my shirt slightly (just enough so he could see the ink) and waited to see what he thought.
Without missing a beat he glanced at my belly and said (loudly):
That’s not so bad. You can probably lose that pretty quickly.
Ouch.
Whats my point with all this?
In a small way it is a reminder never to judge a book by its cover a person by how s/he currently looks.
In a bigger way yesterday was a reminder for me of the positive-power of being able to laugh at situations & ourselves and how contagious laughter can be.
I didnt laugh back then. I only mildly chuckled a year or so later.
Yesterday, as we normalized each other’s experiences & laid witness to how far we’d each come (emotionally and physically), all of us were able to find at least some small humor in the awkward life experiences we shared.
Do you find yourself over-sharing these days or am I the only one whos apparently lost her filter?
Do you ever spy a fitleanbuff woman & assume she’s always looked that way?
Anyone wanna join me in calling a good, hearty belly laugh her exercise for the day?
 
 
 Me on the left: The day I decided I wanted real change.
Me on the left: The day I decided I wanted real change. There are a few good roads to get these next 30 days done, so do what works for you. A handful of you have reached out to ask me for guidance in your own journey. If you also need a little help and want to grab some tips from the healthy lifestyle road that I personally travel, then click here for a snapshot of my own fitness and weight loss plan. It’ll give you details of what I do and how I do it. I’m extremely results oriented. I find what works. I do it consistently. And I get results. Won’t you do the same?
There are a few good roads to get these next 30 days done, so do what works for you. A handful of you have reached out to ask me for guidance in your own journey. If you also need a little help and want to grab some tips from the healthy lifestyle road that I personally travel, then click here for a snapshot of my own fitness and weight loss plan. It’ll give you details of what I do and how I do it. I’m extremely results oriented. I find what works. I do it consistently. And I get results. Won’t you do the same?
 Go Walks are comfortable and fashionable for shopping, heading to the gym, running errands, traveling, weekend casual outfits anywhere, kicking stupid people in the ass, blah blah blah. Even people with corns on their pinky toes should feel comforted in a pair. Also available for the men-folk in your life.
Go Walks are comfortable and fashionable for shopping, heading to the gym, running errands, traveling, weekend casual outfits anywhere, kicking stupid people in the ass, blah blah blah. Even people with corns on their pinky toes should feel comforted in a pair. Also available for the men-folk in your life. I’m calling this week the Karate Kid workout. Derrick, my trainer friend, was all smitten with himself when I got there and asked what I needed to set up. He said, "Nothing." When I asked him what we were going to be doing he said, "You’ll see" smirked, and sent me on my run.
I’m calling this week the Karate Kid workout. Derrick, my trainer friend, was all smitten with himself when I got there and asked what I needed to set up. He said, "Nothing." When I asked him what we were going to be doing he said, "You’ll see" smirked, and sent me on my run. 

 24 hours. Yesss. But it’s not like you might think.
24 hours. Yesss. But it’s not like you might think. As your brain cells have probably concocted through visual observation, my ass was struggling to get up that pole. The pic is from the
As your brain cells have probably concocted through visual observation, my ass was struggling to get up that pole. The pic is from the 

 there's squash in here ya'll!
 there's squash in here ya'll!




 Dear Google, skip the glasses and give me the long thick wavy hair. Love, me.
 Dear Google, skip the glasses and give me the long thick wavy hair. Love, me.






 I'm coming for you!
 I'm coming for you!
 Ill admit to loving me some OFFICE'ercising.
 Ill admit to loving me some OFFICE'ercising.
 These dudes are da bomb. They show up and put in work.
These dudes are da bomb. They show up and put in work.




 And the morning after? The Cake Pillow residues double as emollient facial cream, which helps to melt away nuisance woman-whiskers of the chin. That’s one helluva pillow, ya’ll.
 And the morning after? The Cake Pillow residues double as emollient facial cream, which helps to melt away nuisance woman-whiskers of the chin. That’s one helluva pillow, ya’ll. Wait. How the hell did I get so old? Oh, that’s right. It’s year 2043. You’re still reading this blog? Shouldn’t you be flossing your dentures and eating jello through a straw?
Wait. How the hell did I get so old? Oh, that’s right. It’s year 2043. You’re still reading this blog? Shouldn’t you be flossing your dentures and eating jello through a straw? It’s gentle, effective, therapeutic, invigorating, makin’ my face clear & bright, affordable… AND! I feel so pampered. That’s what Boots does for me.
It’s gentle, effective, therapeutic, invigorating, makin’ my face clear & bright, affordable… AND! I feel so pampered. That’s what Boots does for me.

 Pose idea all hers.
 Pose idea all hers. Pose forced upon me.
 Pose forced upon me.