I’m flying to Reykjavik

August 12, 2019Sassy TravelIceland, Reykjavik, travelSassy Party Of One

Here’s the thing, Houston is damn hot. Like, boob-sweat-we-don’t-take-cash-from-your-bra hot. So when your sister recommends you take a peek at Iceland for a summer getaway, you listen.

We are currently on the plane to the land of Northern Lights. And raging nightlife, they say. Much good it will do us. We may go crazy and stay up till like 11, but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

Before we can enjoy our glacier-adjacent fun, we have to make it past the flight attendants, checked baggage and drooling while sleeping from other passengers. Soopah fun.

But imagine our delight to land in this pristine and friendly country with baggage claims that are the epitome of kindness and efficiency. They stop short of putting the bag on the belt and wait for the next available slot. Sooo polite! So far, we love it here. Except for the frequent arctic blasts!

I Jumped on a Bandwagon

March 10, 2017The Dietdiet, exercise, no excuses, sweat, workoutSassy Party Of One

I jumped on a bandwagon

Hearing people say, “you got this” or “no excuses” usually triggers an immediate eye roll from me. It’s involuntary; built in over years of hearing people be cheerleaders, coaches, and just plain high-energy…while I was happy to walk my path as they ran past me. Or maybe it was so many years of jumping on their bandwagon, only to fall off. I’m a little jaded, for sure.

This week, I got up for my 12th workout in my planned workout schedule (thank you), and someone said, “that sweat looks good on you!” This made me laugh. I’ve never felt that way. There are women who look amazing with the dewy, post-gym halo. The ones that exit the locker room and guys drop their weights to think, “yeah, I’d like to sweat with her.” No, no, no. I’m the one that walks out of the locker room and my gay gym pals say, “Oh honey, put some makeup on.” So when I heard her say this, it triggered the regular eye roll…but then the laughter and by some miracle, acceptance.

I have accepted that this sweat – every last little bead – is a badge of honor. It’s my body crying to git rid of all of the things I’ve put in it over the years that didn’t belong. Bring on the sweat bandwagon. No excuses. [Insert eye roll.]

I Stepped on a Scale

February 26, 2017The Dietdiet, fat, fitness, food, weight loss, weight watchersSassy Party Of One

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Well, well, well. It’s been 18 months since I last wrote in here, but you’ve caught me on a big week. This week, I turned 40. 40 Four-freaking-tee. How the hell did I get here and I still haven’t figured out how to live as a responsibly thin adult? I could write a book on how that happened, but instead, let’s just close that chapter and agree to move on.

I sucked up my pride and walked back into Weight Watchers this week. This is the fifth time I’ve done it since I turned 18. It’s clear that, left to my own devices, I will not choose the right things in life. I will chase shiny objects like cake, and martinis, fried butter at the fair, and Diet Coke for all of my days. This is my homage to them as I learn how to put these vices in a little box that I open only occasionally while I party down with the veggies, protein, and water. [Insert gag reflex. Hoping this changes soon.]

And working out. Let’s chat about that for a minute. I used to think I was big, but strong and could keep up. I watched The Biggest Loser and felt sorry for them. This week it was clear that those contestants put me to shame. No more. I have accepted my fate. I am 40 and sick of waiting for my life to start. Buckle up, buttercup. Here we go.