Green with envy

I admit that I can get a little competitive at times. I don't think I'm uber-competitive, but there's a little bit of fight in me which I think is the case for everyone. BUT, I think I may need an intervention. I was watching the news tonight and saw a piece on kid triathletes. Yep, you heard it here first (or perhaps second). There are children who are competing in events like "IronKids." I'm talking 6-year-olds. Here's where my crazy self gets, well, a bit more crazy. I checked out some of the results and these kids are good! They can swim just as fast as me and the fastest mile I ever ran was slaughtered by a tot! I have a lot of work to do. The upside—this past week Jeopardy hosted Kid Jeopardy and I killed it!

I found the new me!

I was killing time in Duane Reade when this magazine caught my eye. Yes, I like Anna Paquin (and of course True Blood), but that's not the reason why I picked it up. She's wearing my bathing suit and I have to say, if I dropped 15—okay 20—pounds and got a tan, we could be body doubles! Seriously though, I think I'm going to take a "before" photo of myself in this same pose and use her version as inspiration for my "after" transformation. I could be that skinny. I just need to stop eating. Starting right after lunch.

Room to grow in.

It's been quite a while since my last post. Why? I'm not sure. I haven't really felt motivated to write and/or to workout. Add them together = no blog. I admit it. I'm in a bit of a slump. So much so, I did something over the weekend that I'm a little ashamed of. It was really hot in NYC, and I needed some shorts. So I bought a pair. Of shorts. With a drawstring. And a slightly elastic waistband. They feel so good as I eat my Mister Softee.

Spin Cycle

Today I took my first spin class in about four months. After pedaling what seemed like for an eternity, I stole a not-so-stealth glance at the clock and saw that only 10 minutes had passed. Ten minutes and I was already drenched in sweat, wishing I was back at my desk reading tmz.com like I normally do during lunch. Needless to say, the remaining 35 minutes crept by in a very slow, painful way. But I made it through! As I was walking back to work, smile on my face, a man in a wheelchair tried to flirt with me. He may have been homeless but that's okay.

And a-round we go

I had a delightful conversation last night with someone who asked to remain anonymous.

ME: I think I'm finally starting to slim down. I think my face is a little less round then it was. (Note: I admit and acknowledge that I have a naturally round face.)

PERSON: Yeah, actually I've noticed. Your face does look slimmer.

ME: Really?! You can tell?

PERSON: Yeah, it looks normal now.

ME: So, what did it look like before?

Person: Um, [long pause] abnormal?

And my complex continues.

More Physique Please

I am once again reinvigorated about working out and it's largely due to a new workout I've started, Physique 57. I did a few classes about a year ago and have just started it up again, partly because it's a really good workout and partly because there's a slight chance I'd run into Kelly Ripa who's a big fan (and so skinny)! Okay, she's the main reason I signed up again. Kelly is tiny and she does the classes, so logic tells me that if I do the same classes, I'll become really tiny too. Make sense, yeah? And it's actually quite addictive. I've only done two classes so far but am already looking forward to my next one.

No photos please

It's been my experience that running photos are never great. Whether it's a bad angle, a horrific facial expression, or the lighting just isn't hitting you right, running shots are not good. However, I have to say I don't think I've ever had that photo you look at and become repulsed by the image. That is until today. My NYC photos are up, and I look horrid. The good news, I've lost my appetite for lunch.