Follow Up To Mud Wrap ~

I survived the mud wrap and the detoxifying wrap.  I didn't loose 20 pounds, I didn't have glowing skin and I sure didn't feel detoxified.  Loosing 20 pounds wasn't part of the claims but I was hoping to be a little lighter.  I showered twice during the whole process so I for sure was clean when it was all said in done.

I can sum the whole experience up by saying that the next time I lay nude, on a table covered in plastic, under very bright lights, it better be for an autopsy.

Celebrating

What I Am Celebrating:

• A year without cigarettes.   I feel like a total badass! I am amazed and proud and, it seems, a bit boastful!

What I Am Not Celebrating:

• My ass has gotten bigger, my jeans a bit tighter and my face just a tad rounder.  Dammit. 

I had my Well Woman visit today. My doctor was so proud of me for quiting smoking and then gave me a talk about the weight I had gained.  She didn't go for my suggestion of taking up the smoking again to get the weight off.  Hmmmmm...  I then told her I was open to any suggestions she might have other than surgery, working out or cutting back on my intake.  Her response - "Hope you like tight jeans."  What I like is a doctor with quick wit and a bit of sass. 

I also had my mammogram and the last time someone squeezed my boobs that hard I was 15.  I do have to say that it was as good an experience as a mammogram could be.  I'm now in the age category of women who needs to have one a year. 

I'm thinking about adding a section to my blog for all the post that never got published - I have so many that I never finished, or I thought sounded to lame to post, or I got nervous someone I knew would read it, or for whatever crazy reason I more or less chickened out of publishing them.  Maybe I'll call it the chicken files...


                                                                   

13 Weeks to 40

I am turning 40 in 13 weeks and leaving for a long vacation in Jamaica in 14 wks. I am now officially in freak out mode. I am meeting with a personal trainer 3x a week, eating healthy and trying wanting to quit smoking. I know, I know, the whole smoking thing is so 89', stinky, stupid, and bad for me, I know this - that's why I'm wanting to quit. Anyway, I'm wanting to roll into 40 in the best shape of my life. Healthy, strong, and looking so good other girls call me Bitch behind my back. I understand this may sound vain, it is. And I don't give a shit.

I have come through the first 40 with lots of my brain cells intact, a group of amazing girlfriends, a cool house on an even cooler street, a husband that I love, 2 really funny & happy kids, and a reputation that I am proud of. And my hope for the next 40 is more of the same plus a body that is HOT. My trainer says if I do what he says I will get to that place. I'm thinking of posting a before and after picture. That does feel a little cheesy. What the hell, I love before and afters so I probably will. I will feel like such an asshole if I look the same in 14 wks because I screwed around and ate like a horse. OK, that may be just the motivation I need.

Please, if you love me, Photoshop me

I can honestly say I would never post an ugly picture of anyone on Facebook. Even someone I didn't like. I sure wouldn't want someone to do it to me. So when a well meaning friend posts an ugly picture... Maybe it's my vanity speaking, maybe so, but I when someone I haven't seen in 20 years looks at a photo I've been tagged in I wanna look good! I was just your normal HS girls with way too much eye shadow and way big hair wearing Units outfits. I feel like a good bottle of wine, that I have only gotten better with age. I would like my pictures to reflect that! Mr. Shug says I have a really high self esteem - I'm not wearing Units and purple eyeshadow anymore so it should be higher than in HS. I'm saying all this because after a 40th birthday dinner for a friend/neighbor I woke up thinking that she might be posting pictures. I normally wouldn't fly out of bed to check but before the dinner (7pm) I had stopped off a little earlier (3pm) for a couple of drinks with another friend. Suffice to say when I arrived at the b-day dinner I was very composed but secretly had a really good buzz going. All this led up to me really enjoying the picture taking. I did make a mad dash for the computer and sure enough in nice big print "_____ has tagged you in 7 pictures". I untagged myself as quickly as possible from the really bad ones and left the halfway descent picture of me and Mr. Shug. There still there for all the FB folks to see. I have to live with that. But from now on I am going to be so selective when friends are taking pictures unless it is my BFF's who would never post a bad picture. If your humming "Your So Vain" right now I don't even mind, because I just might be - today.
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