Un-sexy

I was perusing the latest issue of Marie Claire and found something horrifying...I am unsexy! Or I carry something with me everyday that is "un-sexy". This is listed as 1 of the 7 unsexiest things: "Unsexiest key chain accessory: Drugstore club cards". Bitch please! I have like 5 on my keychain and you know what unsexy things I get from these club cards...MONEY that's right Marie Claire, I get CVS extra bucks and discounts on groceries and ummmm shoes! Yea, so now I am official a grown up and an unsexy one at that.

Hot.

PS...watching Bridezillas right now...How the hell are these women even getting married! THEY ARE AWFUL! But damn I love watching it.

Common theme

So a common theme in my life and in turn this blog, is the quest for body perfection...this however will NEVER happen, but body healthiness and acceptance would be hot. I weighed myself this morning and found I had gained back 5 of the pounds I had lost since January, now this could be because Mike and I went out to dinner on Saturday night and I ate to the point of barfing or some other eating disaster. (Possibly the peanut M&M debacle of Sunday afternoon, not really sure) So I want to try and eat less to weigh less, makes sense, right? Well...this morning I did 45 minutes on the elliptical and burned about 500 calories...had a breakfast Luna bar and a banana...2 iced coffees...and a turkey wrap, yogurt and an apple for lunch. What happened at 2pm...STARVING. And it is not the thirsty hungry because if you have ever met me you know I drink enough water a day to fill a wading pool, no joke.
So WTF! I am healthy, I think, I mean I have some junk in the trunk but I have always had a booty even when I was a little. (see above) And I have boobs because well...duh I am a girl. But I can't shop in regular stores, nope...can't. And every time I have ever stepped foot in a Lane Bryant all the meanies in there look at me like I am not supposed to be there because I am not a size 24. So I work out 4 days a week, cardio, weight lifting, abs and I run around all day at work and still I am a "big girl". So WTF! I have tried Weight Watchers, I don't do well being restricted or told what to do, Nutrisystem is EXPENSIVE and you can't really eat out, the master cleanse is torture...you get my drift. So I am annoyed. And apparently a big fatty according to American society.

Easy breezy beautiful...so not a cover girl

I realized yesterday or maybe it was today, that my life is not hard. I don't do anything that is too difficult for me. I don't challenge myself at all. Like if I am at the gym and something gets to hard, I stop. Maybe it's the influence of the whole 10 minutes I have watched of the Olympics, but I don't do anything that difficult. Like I go to the gym, work, eat, go home, go to sleep, start over again...the biggest challenge I face is how not to whack the person in front of me on the train. I get pissed if my iced coffee is not up to par. Damn I am a spoiled bitch.

Not sure how to get over that...I have that book about the Last Lecture, maybe that will help. But I am torn because bitches get shit done! And how do I balance being myself and not losing that side of me with being a non-lazy person who challenges myself. When I was in school I enjoyed taking exams (the second time around for school) because it challenged me. Shit...does this mean I have to start like running marathons? Ew.

29

Mike and I tired to go out and celebrate my b-day last night by going to the Red Sox game, you know the one that got rained out. We left and then I walked in my bare feet up Beacon Street, twice, because it was raining and I was wearing flip flops and I was slipping everywhere so I just took them off. We finally got to the car and went home, Mike felt bad because he felt like my birthday was ruined. But really, I mean I'm not 5, if I don't get a party with ponies and balloons it's really okay. However the lack of birthday cards did make me sad...

However, I am now post-facial (and was told my Andrea my faboo facialist that my skin looks fab and I just need to keep up the good work! So everyone making fun of me for having a tent at the beach will look like a handbag and I will look 25 when I am 55!) and watching Sex and the City episodes before I take a nap! Woo!

Only got 1 day to be 28

Me and my "babies", I am guessing I am like 6 or 7 in this picture. The last baby
cabbage patch kid on the right was named Ermaline.

My birthday is tomorrow, or as I keep calling it (because yes, I am a wise ass) the anniversary of my blessed birth. I have been going to the gym 4 times/week and in order to correctly measure your calories burned you need to enter in your weight and your age. I didn't go to the gym this morning because my legs needed a rest but I might go tonight, but if I don't I will go tomorrow which means...I will have to input my new age into the elliptical!!!! Horror! I wonder if it will have any effect on the number of calories burned, maybe it will be more because I am older or less because the machine can't compute ages older then 22. (Sigh)

It's strange to think that when I was 8 years old I thought by the time I was 29 I would have a home, 4 kids and a husband! EEK! What my young mind couldn't comprehend is that I would enjoy my life as it is and wait to reproduce (because really, does anyone want more Rebeccas around?). But I am lucky because I have a good life and I am happy and I have no responsibilities except for myself and occasionally Mike (he didn't know what a duvet cover was! Sheesh!). So to celebrate the blessed anniversary of my birth Mike and I are going to the Sox game tomorrow, and Saturday I am getting a facial and then going out to celebrate to a restaurant where they have 100 beers. Woo!

Oh dear

See it really isn't a wonder why the rest of the world think Americans are idiots. When I last went to Ireland with Erin we tried to portray Americans in a good way, we were rather subdued and quiet and respectful. But while out to lunch once a group of Americans came in and they were loud, rude and obnoxious. Horrible.

And as we dominate in swimming in the Olympics, the leader of our country, who should be representing America in the best way...is an idiot.

Am I supposed to be a grown up?

So I was looking up (stalking) people on facebook today and something dawned on me...a lot of people I know are like grown ups and shit. You can post pictures on facebook and I was looking through some of them and they have like husbands and wives and like real houses! Not that I live in an adobe hut or something but they have matching furniture and bedroom sets, like real bedroom sets not from IKEA (I still love you IKEA). Did I miss a memo?

Cause I don't think I am ready to be a grown up, I do grown up stuff-like go to work, not going out and getting drunk on a Wednesday (hmmm idea?), and keeping a positive balance in my back account. Oh and I have a car! But I am lacking a few stereotypical grown up thingys; house with furniture that matches, a puppy, spawn, etc.

I mean I want a puppy (french bulldog named Frank please!) and I would like to have a dresser in my bedroom that doesn't have handles that look like noses (mike's). And it would be nice to have a house with a finished basement so I could have a movie room, oh and maybe to own, like actually own, not have a loan on, something worth more then $100. But other then that I think I am good, I am not ready to multiply yet, I like traveling and sleeping too much. Do a whole bunch of people know stuff that I don't?

Open Letter to Miley Cyrus

Ummm...Miley, here's the thing, you are kinda of like a role model to little girls everywhere because you are rich and famous and a singer and pretty...so ummm...STOP TAKING SEXY PICTURES OF YOU IN YOUR UNDERWEAR! They will get on-line and all over the interweb, which I am sure pleases you because you get more publicity but ummm...ick.

PS. My friend Ryan is funny because he put on his facebook that he thought Miley Cyrus was the name of a disease.