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Is the smaller box of Cheez-Its considered diet?

I said I would post daily on this thing. 

That was six days ago. 

In the true fashion of not upholding to my word, I had to slack off for a few days. 

The weigh-in for my work’s weightloss challenge was last Thursday. I made sure to drink plenty of water right before. 

I’m hoping that’s why this 5’2 lady had the number 145 light up on the scale. 

Maybe I DO need to diet?

Ugh, I really like my waistline, so I’m not feeling any pressure – or motivation. 

Although, I still have $40 on the line to lose 10 pounds.

I’ll give you my current progess:

That is a photo of my best friend and I at Zombie Brew Crawl last Saturday.

Or is it my best friend and me?

 No one knows. 

The face I am making perfectly illustrates my feelings for dieting. 
Here’s another photo to redeem myself:

Look at them guns!
Anyways, as you can see in the photo, I have a tiny glass of beer. Times that by three hours and mutiple tiny glasses – I had a lot of beer that day. 

Needless to say, week one of the diet wasn’t productive. 

Unless you count the fact I bought a tiny box of Cheez-Its instead of the full, grown-up size box for lunch. 

Then week one diet was a success. 

I’ll keep you posted on week two. 

Til next time friends!

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Lose ten pounds in three weeks!

Welcome to thirty folks!

I’m still just as unmotivated and disappointingly short.

I really thought I would be taller by now.

Scroll down and you’ll see the prior year of half-ass commitments I applied myself to.

Since I’m a fan of excuses, the reason I have been uninvolved is because I am actually happy.

I may have addressed this topic in a prior post, but in the good fashion of being lazy,  I’ll just re-address it instead of clicking out of this window to view another window, to see if I have already mentioned this topic.

Talk about grammatical errors in that sentence above! I’m too tired to go back and edit, so please give me a pass on this one.

I  was really diligent about posting in this thing a few years ago. It was my way of escaping and safely entering a world where I could be myself.

I only added “safely” because it’s nearly 10pm and I have used all my clever adjectives for my copywriting gig earlier.

But over the past year, I haven’t yearned for that escape like I did two years ago.

Hindsight – it was depression.

But now I’ve entered the lovely world of social anxiety and overthinking every goddamn thing.

I actually hesitated writing “goddamn” because I didn’t want to offend anyone.

I don’t know where this liberal overly PC girl came from, but she is exhausting.

Actually, I have a hypothesis…

I’ve been working in front of a computer too damn long! I forgot how to socially interact with people.

So I’ve decided to take the plunge and teach Spin.

(Like how I brought in the theme of the blog finally?)

It wasn’t so much a plunge as it was a halfass, two sentence inquiry to a craigslist ad.

Luckily for me, a brand new gym is opening, and they need to staff from the ground up.

So it’s by default I got the gig.

But it really reinforces my mantra of “why try hard?”

Which brings me back to our theme of the blog.

(Not really, I just got bored of writing what I litterally just wrote and decided to skip the topic altogether.)

My work is doing a weight-loss challenge. For camaraderie sake I want to participate.

The challenge is to put in $40 and lose 10 pounds in three weeks. If I lose the 10 pounds, I get $80 back!

For you non-maths out there, that’s double my investment.

If I do not lose 10 pounds, I lose my $40. That is opposite of investment.

(Of course my first thought was how can I cheat this?)

Because my laziness outweighs my frugalness (see DietBet post – then immediately notice the non follow-up DiteBet post after) the money motivation isn’t a guarantee I’ll follow through.

So I thought real hard and realized the last time I attempted a “diet” was when I posted on this thing religiously.

Hence this post 🙂

Weigh in is tomorrow. I figured I would update my three-week adventure daily to try and stay motivated.

Hopefully you all can keep me accountable. All you diligent followers you (add winky face).

It’s late and the cat is needing attention – for the record a literal cat – I’m out.

Til tomorrow with weigh-in updates.

…we’ll see if it happens.


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It’s been awhile (in the melody of that one Staind song)

Hello beautiful people!

I believe my last post was about the Diet Bet challenge I committed six months to prior to the holidays and ended on my 30th birthday.

Here’s the update.

I lost interest after month one.

But that doesn’t mean it wasn’t effective. Because it was in the back of my mind, I did make mental notes of my eating habits and commit into a few extra workouts a week. And by few I mean two.

I got back down to my normal weight which I give more credit to moving out of my mom’s (I’d like to note, before I turned 30) and not going out on dates with my awesome winemaker boyfriend four times a week.

I didn’t have to add in the winemaker part, but I feel it is imperative to our relationship and our drunken conversation the night we met which lead to a text message by me to him the following day. I didn’t remember his name, the way he looked (besides his lumberjack beard – which we all know is the manliest of beards), or where we even met, but I did remember the fact he was a winemaker.

So why am I back? I am back because A. I miss writing in this silly little blog and B. shameless self promotion.

I am now in a big kid job, which honestly scares the crap out of me (figuratively not literally). My new title is Marketing and Sales Coordinator. Writing about FSAs, the new Overtime Regulation, and tip-shraing, gave me the itch to write in my own personal blog for funsies AND send a link to the workplace blog.

So if you have time, help your girl out and read the more anecdotal post I published yesterday. It’s similar to my personal blog with the exception of chat about my unsuccessful fitness journey and beard-mentioning hot men.

Thank you all for your support! I’m so excited to be back!

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Diet Bet – your review 

Remember  when this was a review blog? 

Probably not. It was back in 2013 when I was a young blogger with big hopes and dreams. 

But now I’m a little less naive and realize the Internet is full of many reviews and most of them are just personal opionions I appreciate but can’t rely on. 

That’s when I got this brilliant idea to post a review of the Diet Bet game. 

Brief synopsis: Diet Bet is a website/app where you can sign up for a six month program to lose 10% of your body weight. You place a certain amount of money each month with a group of friends, and whoever meets the goal splits the pot of money. 

Our team is The Zipper Rippers and we are waging $10 per month. Right now we have a pot of $610 to split for whoever reaches the goal of losing 10% of their body weight by March. 

Here’s the thing, if I write a review it’s just my opinion and it doesn’t really benefit any of you. Instead, I invite you all to play with my friends and I!

Here’s a link to our game: http://diet.bt/fykDe0

Check it out. I personally am a sucker for a sense of community, so the more the merrier. And in the end, instead of reading my opionion in the game, you can make up your mind for yourself. 

Create your own review 🙂

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The Bridesmaids Dress

A couple of weeks ago an absolutely amazing couple got married and I was privileged enough to stand by the bride’s side during the beautiful ceremony.

This is just a sexed up way to say I was a bridesmaid.

I had ordered the bridesmaids dress in June. It was a very snug fit when I bought it, so naturally when I picked it up a month later I avoided trying it on again.

Deep down I knew the truth.

Weeks went by and the unused dress hung alone in my closet protected by the plastic it was delivered in.

Weeks went on and in the back of my head I kept reminding myself “you know you have to face the truth”.

Finally on one Thursday night at 11:00pm (because that’s a great time to get shit done apparently) I unwrapped the virginal bridesmaids dress, slipped it over my thighs, up to my chest and zipped it halfway.

There was ruching at the waistline (it’s where the fabric is kind of bunched. Being around girls trying on dresses, you learn useless terms like this) so I figured that’s why I couldn’t zip it up.

I asked my roommate (my younger sister) to try and zip it up.

“It’s not zipping Rik”.


So I go to my other roommate (my younger brother) and ask him to zip it up.

“Umm Rik, it’s not going up”.


This is the moment shear panic arises. Here I had months to try on the now tainted dress and I waited just a few weeks prior to the wedding at 11pm at night when everything is closed to try on this god forsaken, condemned dress!

And yes I am fully aware that is a run on sentence, but I figured it was necessary to portray the panic I was in at the time.

Panic wasn’t the only thing I was experiencing; then there was shame because I had gained enough weight for the dress to not fit around my fucking ribcage. Who gains weight around their ribcage and not in their boobs?

Thanks genetics.

I had thought these things only happened in sitcoms.

So I had to face the music and called in for a larger size. Still bummed I had gained a few pounds, I decided I had to work on my back since the dress was a strapless and I wanted to look my best despite the few extra pounds I had gained.

So I started going to the gym and did rows, assisted pull-ups, and a few triceps because tri’s are sexy.

By the time the wedding came around, I tried on my new sized dress and zipped it up.

It fit perfectly!

But then I looked at my shoulders and back and instantly was self-conscious because I looked buff and less feminine in the dress.

What the fuck is wrong with girl brain?!

Really? I’m self-conscious because I’m too buff?

Moral of the story – there’s no winning in the weight category! Love your body no matter what!

That and no one likes how they look in a bridesmaids dress. So get drunk to not care and dance your little ass off! Because if you’re a bridesmaid, chances are someone you absolutely love gave you the privilege of making you part of their special day and that’s really all it’s about.

Til next time friends!

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In case last weeks post didn’t emphasize it enough

I’ve done something I’ve never done before: I posted a bathing suit pic on social media.

It’s kind of a copout because I used Instagram filters to make me look less white.

But either way I did it!


I told you all about a month ago I would review the Body by Vi again. I was on point with it for a solid two weeks. I lost the weight I had gained when I started my new job, my skin cleared up, and I was eating less.

This photo is not the outcome of that diet.

Don’t get me wrong, I am still doing the Vi diet because I do like what it does for my skin and it’s easier to maintain my weight. But this photo was taken during day three of drinking (fourth of July weekend-don’t judge me), in the midst of ordering pizza, and after eating fancy cheese with exotic wheat thin flavors.

I have a before pic ready to post with the Vi diet, and I was prepping for the after.

Then fun happened and I got off track.

I realized waiting to post an after pic wouldn’t of been a true representation of my outcome. I would of done the diet fairly strictly then I probably would of taken a morning pic and adjusted the lighting to make the after pic look more in my favor. Only then returning to my usual non-strict diet routine.

Instead, this pic above is a far better representation of my daily life.

I still drink, order pizza, workout, sit in front of a desk all day, eat cookies.

The list goes on.

This pic isn’t the outcome of diet or self discipline, it’s the outcome of being confident. I would of never posted a suit pic a year ago and I was in much better shape then.

I can’t emphasize enough to love the body you have. Treat it how you would want to be treated. Me personally, I want to drink and dance my not-so-little ass off. So that’s how I’ll treat my body.

And when I want to eat pizza, I’ll eat pizza.

And when I want to do 100 squats-you guessed it-I’ll do 100 squats.

In the end, do what you need to do for self love!

Oh my God!
Super cheesy post, I know!
But it’s so true!

In case you’re confused who I am, I’m the one on the left with goofy glasses and laughing. My arms and blotches on my back (don’t wear lace in direct sunlight) are the only indication I am Italian, while the rest of my body is from the Finnish bloodline.

Embrace the summer, the fun times, and don’t be hard on yourself. It’s okay to drink, order pizza, and post bathing suit pics of you and your amazing friends on Instagram.

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I’ve come full circle

Lately I’ve been a little stressed.

A little stressed is a euphemism.

I wish I could say I was one of those people that could hardly eat when stressed, but in fact, I’m quite the opposite.

I’ve been eating nonstop and incredibly unhealthy for instant gratification.

Oh how I wish I dealt with stress by unintentionally starving myself.

It also doesn’t help that I sit all day at my new job. It’s a great job I am incredibly grateful for but very low impact.

Very low impact is also a euphemism.

With my other jobs, it really didn’t matter if I ate a burrito for dinner.
And it’s safe to say, any given day of the week, I was probably having a burrito for dinner.

If you ever lived in the South then moved back to California, you too would find a new appreciation for burritos, and then want them always for dinner.

Basically what I’m saying is-I’ve gained a few pounds.

That is not a euphemism.

These few pounds have caused me even more stress, therefore more eating.

It’s a vicious cycle.

Regardless of my early morning gym workouts, I do need to put more effort into my diet to counteract my low impact job.

I’ve decided to go back on the Vi diet.
Just for a little while to gain control of my stress-eating and save money on meals.

I’m not sure how long I will be on it for, but I like the poetry of going back to where it all began.

Basically what I’m saying is, I’m reviewing the Vi diet again!

Maybe I’ll post pictures this time.

That was a lie.
I won’t.

‘Til next time friends!

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The life-saving core

I recently took a job jumping into dumpsters. As glamorous as it sounds, please don’t be jealous quite yet. 

I don’t know how many of you know this, but most dumpsters are 5’2”. Just like my height. 

What a coincidence!

When throwing large, heavy, trash bags into a dumpster your height, it can be physically demanding. It takes the ability to lift, balance, and (not to mention) the agility to keep it from hitting you in the face. 

I would also have to throw these large, heavy, trash bags into dumpsters six feet away from the back of my little Nissan pickup. (Nissan has not paid me to mention them in this post). Now what does this have to do with core you ask? I’m almost positive I would be dead in Hell if I had not relied on my core strength. Okay, death and Hell may be an exaggeration. But when you are forced to lift other people’s trash near your face and risk remnants of kitty litter, old soda, and unknown cooking oils splashing back on you, it feels a lot like how I imagine Hell:


Maintaining a tight stomach helped me keep my balance while on top of the dumpsters filled with mountain ranges of trash bags. It also helped me gain momentum to throw the bags filled with my lost hopes and dreams across multiple bins. I would sometimes mix it up and use my glutes (along with my core) to lift the really heavy bags up. I would use these techniques while reminding myself I have a college degree and served this country. 

If it wasn’t for my core strength, this physical job would have been far more physically draining. I hardly had to go to the gym since I was getting a wicked trash workout in, and I never suffered any injury (well, serious injury). Your core is a beautiful, powerful, and necessary tool to your body. Don’t ignore it. Use it for the most mundane task. I promise you’ll be pleasantly surprised. 

As far my job…

I found a new one in an office not within the trash industry.

The real lesson here: never trust a middle aged man with a small “environmental” business when he tells you that you won’t have to touch trash.

Til next time friends!


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Finally a review of something (fitness related)

I read a fact somewhere saying if you tell someone you’re going to do something, it has the same psychological effects as if you had already done it:

  • Body by Vi challenge
  • Clean eating
  • Spartan beast race

This is just a short list of everything I have told you guys I was going to do, and never actually went through with.
At least now I know why.

For the past six weeks I have been doing the free Ab Workout at least four times per week. (Screenshot below.)


Seeing how I have a reputation of saying I am going to do something and not follow through, I decided the best course of action was to review this app once my findings were done.

I feel so scientific.

The free version has two different routines: the first one is mainly crunches and the second one is focused on core strength. Being in the military (and having to do a minimum of 52 sit-ups within two minutes to pass any physical training test), I really thought I was far more advanced for just five minutes of crunches.

Sometimes ego is a funny thing.

I was surprised at the amount of struggle I endured on a few of the exercises my first few attempts.

Never underestimate the power of a basic crunch. 

I chose to do five minutes each time; however, you can choose for a longer session. Me just being the bare minimum chick, I figured it wouldn’t be realistic for me to choose anything longer than the five minute option. 

There are 10 exercises for 30 seconds each, and each exercise is accompanied with a little video and three-second rest in between. My favorite aspect of this app is I can still listen to my podcast while running it. 

I am going to do something I have never done before. 

I have posted before and after pics…


Ignore what I am doing with my hand in the top right corner.

There’s (admittedly) not too much of a difference. But I want to emphasize, I really haven’t worked out more than once (maybe twice) a week since I started this routine. Nor have I changed my diet – which means cheese and cookies are usually a daily necessity. (Okay, and wine.)

I wanted as little variables as possible to show the full potential of just these five minutes.

I highly recommend this app. Even on my lazy days, I found the energy (in the words of Nike) to “just do it”. It goes by quickly, and you can simultaneously listen to “Jay and Silent Bob Get Old”.

I haven’t even mentioned the best part yet: once your finished, the app gives you a round of applause congratulating you on your hard work. 

I wish everything ended in applause.

Til next time friends!


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A cautionary tale

A couple of months ago I started a new job with a small business:  they help lower the trash footprint and are saving the planet by offering compost and recycling to apartment communities.

Translation: I’m touching, moving, and jumping on trash. 90% of my job is some sort of manual labor… and dealing with dog shit.

I don’t want to talk about it.

Whenever I have to start a new routine, I always sacrifice my workouts. I know it’s not the best thing to eliminate, but it’s what my body thinks it needs to adjust to a different schedule. 

My job also requires a lot of time in the car, so a majority of my meals have started with the syllable Mc. Because my job is so labor intensive, I have lost a few pounds despite my lack of nutrition. As “too good to be true” as it sounds… it is. Last Wednesday I had all three meals on the road and felt horrible.

Both mentally and physically. 

This has happened to me once before:

let’s travel back six years to Ft. Leonard Wood Missouri. 

It was the summer of 2007 and I was a little PFC (Private First Class) in Basic Training. It was the week of July fourth and a solid six weeks of the government molding me into a “hardcore” soldier. July 4th was a special day because there was going to be a celebration on post for our country’s independence. Usually privates in Basic are not allowed to attend such events, but due to our  “low stress cycle” (yes, there is such a thing), everyone in my Battalion got to enjoy a day of festivities.

Booths with frozen Snickers, pizza, soda, and cookie collections, were going to be scattered amongst the baseball field of Ft. Leonard Wood. The moment I learned we were attending this event, I had decided I would have a “Fat Girl Day.” I bragged about it to my fellow battle buddies (other privates in Basic Training) and couldn’t wait to get as much greasy, sugary, fattening food as I could inside of me.

Another private nicknamed Barbie caught wise to my plan. 

Barbie got her name on day zero of Basic. Day zero is the time between being assigned to a Battalion, and the first day of training. I was assigned to a Battalion May 30th, but didn’t start training until June 1st. So I was lucky enough to have two day zeros (the 30th and 31st).

Barbie wore her ACU uniform (the pixel-like one completely impractical for combat, and no longer used), with a messy -yet fashionable- bun. True all female soldiers have to wear a bun, but Barbie’s “after sex” look was somehow considered inappropriate while in uniform.

Because of this, the Drill Sergeants called her Barbie; they also called her to the front leaning-rest position (push-up position). Hell, even when getting reprimanded, the girl’s hair did look good.

Mind you, Barbie and I didn’t really talk. We never even hung out. But our nations independence can really bring people together. And sure enough, Barbie and I finally spoke, and made a pact to have a “Fat Girl Day”. 

Even though we didn’t know one-another, we kept our promise to each other. 

That day, it didn’t matter if I was full, or ate so many slices of pizza I felt disgusted at the sight of anything edible. I made sure to keep my promise to Barbie, and Barbie’s to me. Keep in mind, six weeks prior to this moment, we were on a strict three-meal a day regiment.

I have to tell you my friends, I now know why Gluttony is one of the seven-deadly sins.

The day after the Fourth of July celebration (July 5th to be exact), I felt as if I had a night of heavy drinking. My stomach hated me, I was lethargic, and felt weak from head to toe. 

Later that day Barbie walked up to me with a slight grimace and said, “Fat Girl Day was a terrible idea.” And she was right; “Fat Girl Day” was an awful idea, and I made this innocent soul do it with me. 

The point of this tangent is, eating fast food on the road is a lot like “Fat Girl Day”. At the time it’s a good idea, but by the end of the day, I feel weak, and share symptoms similar to a hangover.

Even though I don’t necessarily have to watch what I’m eating because of my labor intensive job, I’ve learned I cannot completely disregard all nutrition. 

Let this be a cautionary tale for you all.


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