As Promised

Um, so... don't hate me but this is the best I could do. Glam's comedy of errors continues, leaving me without my camera or my bathing suit. So, I MacGyver'd it. I borrowed my sister tacky, circa 2001 bikini and took pics with my crappy cell phone camera! Trust me, my cellulite thanks me for lack of flash and picture quality. Also, let me just tell you that my sister is a size 5, so I have no idea how I wiggled my size 12 arse into this suit. I think time may have stretched the suit way beyond its limits... It needs to be retired.

Now here comes the empowerment: I'm not claiming to have reached my goal, nor am I even claiming that I should go out in public in this attire. What I am saying is that I've worked hard to get where I am and I'm happy living in this shell right now. Yes, I want to continue to lose weight, but Yippee!!! I'm happy right now too, six pack or keg... But if any of you call me and invite me to your beach party, I'm so bringing a sarong...

I'm so thrilled that some of you joined in. It's kind of liberating putting it all out there. You're all braver than I - you posted your mugs along with your bums! You have my applause!

*Also, this is my sister's pigpen of a room, not mine!

Coming Soon!

UPDATE: Okay, so bear with me (ha, most of you already 'bared' other things...) BUT we've hit a minor snafu in the Glam household (well, that would be just me and few dust mites...) and the bikini and I are not currently in the same locale. We're actually several hours apart from one another. I didn't realize until I went to grab it last night for my photo op! Fortunately, we will be reunited this weekend. Bikini pics to come Monday! 

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Bikini pics! They probably won't get posted until tonight. I worked 12 hours yesterday (which actually was pretty freakin' great!) and had dinner with my sisters before picking up my mom's Mother's Day present. 

Busy, busy bee...

Good News, Bad News

Robin, fear not! I'm still here! Still plugging away at the gym and eating healthy foods with the occasional treat. I'm not as die-hard as I have been in recent months, but there are some very good reasons:

- I started my second job. Not 'instead of' my current job, but 'in addition' to my regular one. That eats ups significant amounts of my time.

- I've had some marathon dates with the Man. We're going on number 4, plus a weekend spent with his friends... (love his friends, btw)

- I'm still recovering from a terrible bout with sun poisoning. I missed almost 2 days of work because I couldn't move without pain. I haven't been able to exercise for almost a week. Not happy.

I still plan on posting some bikini pics tomorrow. Not because I've reached my goal, or even because I think I look all that hot; it's simply because I'm happy and I'm enjoying the life and body I have right now. Cellulite and blobs be damned. I'm happy.

Now for the bad news: I simply don't have much time or energy to blog these days. I love it so very much, but it's just not something on the list of priorities right now. I'll never breakup with blogging, it's too therapeutic. I just won't be able to be as devoted as I have in the past. I'm still only an email away for those of you who miss me too much: glam_shoes@yahoo.com

I'll see you all tomorrow!

The Setback That Launched A Massive Counter Attack

Good grief! Could I have picked a longer blog title?

I fell off the wagon this weekend. It gets much worse. I didn't just fall off the wagon, but got my shoe lace stuck in the wheel, and I was repeatedly run over by the wagon again and again. Then the horses pulling the wagon took a massive, steaming shite and I got drug through that as well. It wasn't pretty.

It was a bleak weekend, I tell ya. I don't want to go into detail as I know my colorful description may set off even the most steadfast "dieter", but I will tell you I binged so badly Sunday that I scared myself. Obviously, I haven't completely gotten a handle on the whole stress eating thing... 

To spare you the nitty gritty details of my life, I'll just say that work stress combined with two new opportunities AND a new Man (long distance!) have me wound a little tight. Instead of turning to the gym or a fun activity I put on my Pity Party pajamas and fed my stress. Literally.

It makes no sense. These are all wonderful opportunities. The Man is one of the best I've ever met. The job opportunities will place me in national television and magazine markets (behind the scenes of course!). But in the back of my mind I keep thinking, "Why me?" I keep waiting for one of them to discover I'm a fraud and take it all away.

Okay, boo freakin' hoo! I declare the Pity Party to be officially over. Enough of this self-deprecating BS. I have a bikini to fit into people! Those of you who are still on the 'Bare It All For the Internet' bandwagon, let's get to it! This is the beginning of NO EXCUSES week. Consider it our 'last chance workout' week (10 days until May 8)! 

Man Update

MizFit asks, "I'm *so* wondering what hath happened since monday!"

Well, since you asked... I'd be more than happy to over share! We decided that since he was leaving Thursday (today!) for three weeks for a military gig (yes, I'm being vague on purpose) that we should get together before then. I believe my exact words to him were, "I think you need to see me before you leave..." 

This time I drove the 1.5 hours to go see him. This was a big moment. This would be the first time I would see his apartment - tidy or filthy? Wow. Tidy to the millionth degree. Did I mention how impressed we are with this one? Oh, I did?

And he surprised me with a trip to the zoo! Since someone who shall remain nameless NEVER took me to the zoo the entire three years we were together - even though I mentioned it at least once every three months - he won major bonus points! After the zoo, we stopped for drinks before meeting his best friend for dinner. *

Gulp. Yes, he sprung the best friend on me already. I wasn't sure I was ready for that, but I took it as a good sign that he wanted to introduce me (unless he was looking for approval from BF...) I was also incredibly nervous. My track record with not hating the best friend of the boyfriend isn't that grand, but I'm happy to report I like his best friend almost as much as Man! Sigh of relief.

After dinner, Man and I went back to his apartment and *tried* to watch a movie. It's not that the movie wasn't interesting, it's just that there were way more interesting things happening on the couch... *Cue the giggling*

And now I wait three weeks to see him again.

*These two are going to kill all of my hard work if I'm not careful. They eat like you wouldn't believe!

Boys to MAN

Sorry, I didn't post the possible date outfits. I created this cute little slideshow set to "I'm too sexy" and Blogger failed to load it. Stupid blogger.

Anyway, I settled on some cute jeans from the GAP (because hello, KatieO's hot booty!), a soft green (fitted!) cotton shirt with girlie sleeves and a black, short-sleeved cardigan (because it was supposed to rain and get cold). The shoes really made the outfit though - black and white snake skin peep toe heels... Killer.

And now for the verdict: The date couldn't possibly have gone any better! It was hands down the best date I've ever been on. Not to mention the longest: 9 hours! I don't even really know where to begin. I'm still processing it all. He kept me laughing all night. He opened doors for me. He bought me deep fried dill pickles (swoon!).

But now for the hottest moment of the evening: he put my dresser together for me! I almost asked him to marry me. (kidding of course, about the marrying not the dresser assembly. That really did happen!)

And then when the date ended and he had to leave (1.5 hour drive home...), I walked him to his car and watched him become more nervous than I've ever seen any full-grown man (who's been deployed to Iraq and Saudi Arabia in the past). It was funny watching this big, military, martial arts guy fidget over me. I gave him a hug, told him I had fun and said we should definitely do it again. Then waited... Nothing. So I did what any confident, hot mama would've done. I looked at him, said "Okay" (as in "So I'm gonna have to do this???") and planted one right on his mouth. And then after some very impressive kissing, he took my face in his hands and kissed me on the forehead and said goodnight. We are *very* impressed with this one.

I repeat -- Best. Date. Ever.

And now for the weighty portion of the post: I am now officially the smallest I've ever been in my adult life. Notice I didn't say lightest (I'm still not weighing myself!) I now fit into clothes I bought four years ago but could never fit into even though I was at my smallest at the time.

Woo and Hoo! Life is pretty freakin' fantastic right now.

No More Party Pooper!

First of all, let me give you all a huge, virtual bear hug! Thanks to your awesomeness and supportive comments my little pity party did not turn into a pity RAVE. I also have to give myself props for: 

1. talking about the situation when I really just wanted to bottle it all up inside and feel sorry for myself.

2. restocking the fridge with Jillian approved food

3. going to 5:30 am Power Pump AND my evening dance class on Monday

4. eating the cleanest, healthiest diet possible

5. buying myself some beautifying treats from Sephora

6. acknowledging that I've really busted my butt over the last several months and said butt is in fact a whole size smaller as a result

And now it's time to focus on finding the perfect date outfit, for on Saturday, MAN will be enjoying my fabulous company.