Miz meets NAYAD SwimGym.

delete! delete!

As Ive chatted about ad nauseum—I decline most product reviews unless the opportunity sparks a thought of OH WOW. Do I have a *story* to tell!.

As a result, I declined the opportunity to review a Nayad custom made swimsuit.

Declining seemed like a no-brainer as Im a woman who happily swims in her running shorts and sports bra.

It wasnt my thing.  It wasnt a fit. 

I told them I was busy with the move from TX to CA and couldnt take anything else on. 

The thing is—at some point during the move—I found myself clicking through their website & realized the swimsuits were created for more than swimming—-they were made for working out.

Nayad, ever tenacious, followed up after Id settled in OAKtown, offered to create a suit for me & all I needed to do was pass along my measurements.

I was exhausted.  I was homesick.  I was kind of sad.  I needed a pick-me-up.   I said yes.

The swimsuit arrived *quickly* and to be completely candid–as we always are around here–I regretted saying YES.

I *loved* the suit.

I ADORED THE PERFECT FIT.

I had second (and 3rd and 4th) thoughts about posting pictures of me wearing said suit on the blog.

So I went this route:

CHEESE!

yay selfies!

I could have snapped a photo of just the suit but felt I owed NAYAD a picture of me WEARING IT to show they rocked the “custom made.”

I knew the selfie wasnt cutting it—so I grabbed the Husband (who seemed a little surprised I was ripping him from the bed whilst wearing a bathing suit & waving my iphone).

happy happy morning face…

To neither of our surprise, the child IMMEDIATELY put on her bathing suit and demanded to be in photos, too.

look! it’s my mom!

After those were taken—I deemed it DONE, got dressed and proceeded with my day.

After school, however, the Tornado announced we were finishing our photo-shoot.  She insisted I put back on my Nayad swim suit while she planned the poses.

And then, like a cross between Tyra and Miss. Jay, she seized control.

“Pretend youre being MizFit, Mama!”

“nevermind. the boots dont work.”

“Show the PINK, Mom!”

“stand here and do this.”

“good job mom!”

“You look like a model mama!”

“good job mom! that looks nice!”

We had fun.

She felt empowered by being the one in charge.

And I got some non-selfie pics in the process.

Win. Win. Win.

The Nayad swimsuit was sent to me for review. The opinions, awkward images & LONGING FOR A SKIRT are all my own.

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Miz’ mouth meets KOMBUCHA.

Once upon a time.

A long long time ago.

There was a misfit who decided to get a new tattoo.

A leg sleeve!

She arrived early for her appointment and discovered her artist finishing the previous client.

Before she began tattooing our misfit the artist grabbed a bottle of murky stuff and drank.

“EW!!” Our misfit exclaimed.  “That looks gross.” 

“What interesting liquid you be guzzling,” our ever circumspect misfit said.  “It looks tasty! What is it?”

“Kombucha. Youve never tried it?!” The artist said.  “It detoxes the body and energizes the mind.  Youd love it”

Now, our misfit trusted her artist–or she’d never never proffer her leg for inking–but she thought her *crazy* for imbibing the thick liquid.

Intrigued, however, she googled as she lay on the table getting her HORTON-on.

The ancient Chinese called Kombucha the “Immortal Health Elixir.”  The fermented tea purported to help detox live, prevent and treat arthritis, and was an immune boosting, probiotic.

It took years, but finally the misfit decided it was time to try Kombucha.

She was ready for all the body help she could get.

Her Tornado of a daughter, however, was not.  Pretending to consume—lid firmly affixed—was the closest this mini-misfit would get.

So her mother, ever the woman to practice and not preach,  took one for the proverbial TEAM, ripped off the lid and drank.

First time.

On video.

Now you.

Have you KOMBUCHA’ed for years? Noticed health improvements?Do you, as I shared in the video, want your “health drinks” to TASTE healthy?

The tank top worn in the video was provided for me as part of an ongoing partnership with YMX by YELLOWMAN.

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Wordless Wednesday: Misfit Meets Sculpture edition.

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Fitness Romance Saga: Gina Meets Dick

The stench of Dick Janssen’s workout funk didn’t bother her at all. Gina was new in town and sorta desperate. The prospect of a hot date with Dick after last month’s exhausting coast to coast drive to finally settle in a new city meant she was ready to make new friends and finally put the past behind her.

This man was a smooth talker – smoother than those honey dipped silken kisses Gina dreamed of getting from a sexy-ish man like Dick. With her free, 2-week gym pass about to expire, Dick not only convinced her to buy a membership she couldn’t afford, he also somehow persuaded her to buy him an ice cold water bottle and his favorite snack bar out the vending machine. In Gina’s mind everything was off to great start. A man was paying her some attention again. And he was kinda cute.

“This guy really likes me,” she whispered to herself as she headed out the gym.

Their date was set for 7pm tonight and there was planning to do. This special occasion called for a brand new outfit. Gina checked online with fingers crossed in hopes that her credit card wasn’t maxed out again. It wasn’t enough for a shopping trip to H&M, so she settled on Walmart.

Current Balance: $9,968

Available Balance: $32

Gina arrived on the Walmart scene, weaving in and out of the customers, right past the most fashionable chick in the house, to bolt to the clearance racks. Outfit accomplished!

A Hot Date Is Brewing

There was a knock at the door at 7:30pm. Dick was late, but it was still terrible timing. Gina was stuck in the bathroom thanks to an all too enticing Taco Bell experience on the ride home from Walmart. By the time she exited the bathroom, Dick was on his way back to his car, but Gina whipped out her treadmilling skills and bolted out the door into the parking lot. She didn’t let Dick get away.

He reached out to rub her shoulder and leaned to kiss her cheek. “Hey, Gina. You’re lookin’ good, baby.”

Gina smiled. She couldn’t remember the last time someone told her she looked good, and that kiss sent a tingle down her spine. But her delight faded fast into a face full of confusion.

“Ohhh, I see you’re still in your gym clothes from earlier?” Although there was no doubt of his attire, Gina couldn’t help but to ask the question.

“Yeah, I decided to keep it casual,” Dick said in a defensive tone. His fresh, post-workout funk from hours ago was now extra rancid. The smell slightly reminded Gina of the stench from that dead rat inside the wall of her old New York City apartment. And to enhance this situation, the parking lot lights shined perfectly to reveal the yellow armpits stains on Dick’s white tee.

“Listen, Dick. I’m not feeling too well and I’m gonna stay home tonight.”

“Well how about I come in and nurse you back to health?” he forcibly suggested. Dick grabbed her hand and walked towards her apartment, but Gina already decided she didn’t want anything Dick had to offer. All should could think about was that pricey gym membership he duped her into buying and the vending food she bought him with the last change in her pocket. Gina stopped in her tracks and yanked her hand out from his.

“Sorry, Dick. I’m in for the night. I’ll catch up with you later.”

Up All Night

Now back in her apartment, alone, cuddled up her in favorite blanket and sobbing tears way past midnight, Gina wondered how she had sunk so low. Where has she gone wrong? Back in her teens, she supposed. Her choice in men and what she would tolerate from them proved to be a repeated fail. Gina had started working hard on her fitness long before her divorce back East, but her accomplishments of “slim and fit” as the solution to somehow lift herself out of low self esteem and make up for her mistakes and pain from the past was just not working.

In that moment, with her blanket almost entirely over her head and with a face soaked with tears, Gina had a revelation: her outer beauty would never heal her inner wounds and struggles.

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Stay tuned for future episodes of the Fitness Romance Saga!

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MizFit meets Giuliana Rancic.

(yes. if I possessed mad photoshop skills G would have a thought bubble reading how EXCITED she is to be here & how Im totally her imaginary BFF, too.)

As I mentioned here I was fortunate to have the opportunity to ask Giuliana Rancic a few questions.

This week Giuliana launches her new site FabFitFun (which makes  her kindasorta a healthy living blogger) where she’ll be sharing insights into how she remains balanced, happy and healthy in the crazy world of Hollywood.

Please to enjoy my G-chat**:

I love your dynamic with your husband, Bill & inexplicably adore how you call him Rancic.  You two seem to have a great balance of best friends and life partners all exemplified by that small action. (MizFit note: I realize I need to get a life. No need to leave that remark in the comments below) I know one of the keys to making my marriage work  is remembering to laugh no matter what life lobs our way.

What’s your biggest tip for my readers regarding choosing a life partner?

A cute butt – just kidding. I think it’s really important to be friends with the person you are committing yourself too.   Looks fade, there’s going to be disagreements but at the end of the day you have to enjoy the company of the person you are living with.  After a tough day there is no one I want to come home to more.  He is always my biggest fan and I am his.  And fine, a good butt doesn’t hurt either.

Speaking of cute butts—is Bill as into fitness as you are? You both look uber-fit.  Is working out something you do together?

Yep, he loves working out.  We love to get outside and be active together – running, hiking, etc. – it makes working out a lot more fun. That was actually one of the things that attracted us to each other. We have the same philosophy when it comes to being healthy and in shape.

Since youre a longterm reader of MizFit I know you already know my running story. What started you running? Have you found the love of the run?

Im renown for ADORING the weights and only doing the cardio because it’s good for my heart. Any tips for finding the cardio-love?

I think doing cardio with a partner helps a lot.  You tend to run faster and longer when you feel responsible for someone else’s workout.  I did not always love running – it was something that I really learned to love.  Of course now I am obsessed with it – I can’t wait to do another marathon.

If you are new to running or just burnt out I would definitely suggest doing sprints! In the morning before work, I hit the treadmill where I do a 5 min warm up, followed by a fast paced walk on a medium incline for 5 minutes.  I then sprint for 2 minutes then go back to the walk at an incline for another 5 minutes then sprint again for 2 and on and on for about 50 minutes.  It breaks the monotony of my cardio and allows me to make phone calls and read a great book on my IPad when I’m walking.  Yes, I read and walk on the treadmill.  I don’t recommend that to clumsy people but for those with coordination, it is a great way to make the time go by while working out your body and your brain!

I ran my first half-marathon at Disney World as a member of their Disney Princess Media Mixer Team (MizFit note: I was a tutu’d media mixer runner tootoo! we have so much in common Oh BFF whom Ive never met!) .  If Id not been running along side women whom I wanted to think I was hardcore (and wearing a tutu!) I swear Id have quit.  What motivated you to sign up? what got you through the training? what carried you through race day?

I think I just love a challenge.  Bill has always been a big runner and I think I just wanted to prove that I could do it as well.  What, do I sound competitive?

Since Im temporarily running derailed Ive been forced to get really creative with my cardio (hello! freeze tag with child! Greetings hula-hooping!)—whats the silliest thing you’ve done or tried in the name of fitness?

I once raced this dog. Seriously I was convinced I could run faster than this Chihuahua down the hallway of my condo.  That bitch beat the hell out of me. Okay, so I’m a little competitive.

Ive lifted weights with my husband for almost 17 years and cant imagine having another partner.  Do you have a training partner? or are you a solo-exerciser?

Rancic is definitely my workout buddy but because of our hectic schedules I do go solo often.

I covet love your mom (on the show. Im a fan but Im not a stalker.). And I *love* the looks of all her food-creations.  How do you enjoy all the Italian treats and stay lean?

My mom is an amazing cook! I love Italian food – I just try to keep everything in moderation. If I indulge in a plate of lasagna for dinner – I will probably go for a lighter chicken salad type lunch the next day.  And most likely go to the gym.  I just try to live a really balanced lifestyle.

When I began my career I thought I wanted to work in television. After interning at a CBS affiliate I saw the immense pressure on-air talent felt with regards to looks & decided to pursue more behind the scenes work.  How on earth do you stay sane and normal when you know your dressing room is filled with sample sizes & there’s always the pressure to be red carpet ready?

There is definitely a ton of pressure in Hollywood to be uber skinny.  I think I created FabFitFun to get away from all of the craziness.   It’s a place that promotes a happy, healthy lifestyle.  Although we all know looking good is great, the truth is that feeling good is even better.  FabFitFun is filled with tips to feel good from the inside out.

I frequently receive comments/emails that it’s ‘really easy’ for me because I’m already fit.  Have you ever struggled with your weight?

Of course – everyone struggles with how the look – especially when they are in the Hollywood spotlight.  I have just learned to take it all with a grain of salt.  I work hard to look and feel my best and try to forget about the rest.

So there you have it, People.

My teeny tiny brush with Hollywood and most likely the closest Ill get to ever being on E! News.

And you?

If you’d had the chance to interview my new friend G** what would you have asked her?

You never know—I mightcould be chatting with her again soon…

**No. I never asked if I could have permission to refer to her as G.  I merely did so.  I possess what my people call chutzpah.

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