Showing posts with label tanning booth confessions. Show all posts
Showing posts with label tanning booth confessions. Show all posts

Thursday, January 12, 2012

tanning booth confessions vol.6

day 130:
merry weigh-in eve bloggy peeps!

so it’s been awhile & in honor of my triumphant (heh) return to the gym last night which also included a visit to the tanning booth (soooooo effin’ relaxing – oh how i have missed thee tanning booth) – i am bringing back…

misadventures of a chunky goddess
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the random thoughts that permeate my sick twisted little brain whilst standing buck-ass naked in a tanning booth for the longest ten minutes of my life…

in situations like this you have no choice but to come clean and say it like it is…
so here goes – light a candle, chuck life the bird, and fess the fuck up!
(disclaimer: not all things posted will be traditional confessions – but certainly random!)

so let’s begin!

confession:
last night was the 1st time i have been to the gym since december 12th – wow! the guy at the desk had that “where the heck have you been?” look on his face – but it’s the *no judgement* zone @ planet fitness so he didn’t say mum. his face said enough…

confession:
everytime i go shopping i feel compelled to try on jeans just to make sure i am really a size 11/12. i know it sounds insane but i haven’t worn this size since the 1980s & i am having a real hard time convincing myself that this isn’t some fluke! and furthermore wearing clothes that actually fit & are not overly baggy in a vain effort to *cover* areas that i don’t want seen is completely foreign to me as well.

confession:
i ♥ tjmaxx & especially this time of year when they have AH-MAY-ZING clearance prices. i got a pair of jeans (size 11), some skinny navy blue super soft cords (size 11), two shirts (size medium) AND a dress (size medium) all for $37.00! and i didn’t want to scratch my own eyes out in the dressing room which is a MAJOR nsv (non-scale victory).
*a little head’s up – bathing suits/bikinis are already making their grand entrance into the stores*

confession:
i ate at the local (shithole) buffet yesterday. but in my defense – it is the ONLY place on the planet that my picky eating/recently sick daughter will eat (don’t ask me why – it is a mystery to us as well) & because she had basically gone SIX damn days without barely a nibble; drastic measures needed to be taken. as someone trying to eat healthy & vegan – this place is a virtual nightmare. seriously – even their veggies were cooked in GOBS of butter & the green beans had some sort of pork product (ew ew ew) in them to *flavor*. blech! i stuck with the salad bar – which was actually very nice --- lotsa fresh fruit & even some some beautiful mixed geens.

confession:
brian asked me yesterday if i was *skinny* (his word not mine) enough to marry him yet. i have written before about what a vain mofo i am & how i have come to terms with the fact that the reason we aren’t married yet & i have been dragging my feet is because i didn’t want to be a fat bride. i don’t want to look back on that day or at photos & all i can focus on is that i didn’t feel or look my best! (and please don’t send me snarky emails – i am not saying you need to be *thin* to be a beautiful bride. this is my personal preferrence & i am entitled.)

confession:
brian’s question got me to thinking – so i tried on
my wedding dress & for the 1st time EVER it zipped all the way up! IT FITS!!!! and i love it! i can actually envision myself getting married…
wow!
so i guess i will be planning a wedding for real?
wow!
don’t ask when – i gotta process the fact that i can zip my dress up first!

confession:
i missed a good portion of the last hour of biggest loser (spoiler alert) tuesday night because i was snoozin’. i did see the beginning of the weigh-in’s & i did see mike get voted off the ranch (he was kinda creepy anyhow). and i know kim kinda fucked up making that bet – but i still like her – she is like me – all or nuttin’! and i like emily too – they are my faves – ironically the two peeps brought in without a partner!

confession:
i am not feeling super confident about tomorrow’s weigh-in. i might have a gain? maybe not? i certainly don’t think i lost much if anything at all. i have had a good string of pretty impressive weigh-in’s for the past month or so – i feel like i am due for a gain? it’s part of the process – everyone gains – so i am prepping myself for it. either way – i WILL be at my weigh-in/meeting & owning my shit!

confession:
i am back to wearing thongs & have officially chucked all my granny panties & brian is suddenly much nicer to me… heh. yeah my butt can fit in them again without them rolling down & making me mental! YAY! Another NSV!

confession:
i literally have been writing this post ALL FREAKIN’ DAY as my daughter has been abducted by aliens & they have replaced her with some sort of alien pod baby. seriously, i know she is just getting over being wicked sick & i love her more than life itself but W T F kid?!?! she screamed, yelled, kicked, stomped & cried on & off ALL day & if i didn’t have weigh-in tomorrow i would be downing the bottle of wine in the fridge right now!

so there ya have it – no shame in my game!

what do ya need to get off your ta-ta’s?!?!
spill it…
then cross your eyes, make the sign of the devil horns, and drink a double hail bloody mary and all is forgiven…


peace, l♥ve & carpe the fuck outta the diem!
xxoo
cyn
if ya’ll feel like takin’ a gander @ my alien pod baby & the rest of my crazy brood --- go check out my mama/photography blog
the purple goddess & follow along!

Tuesday, November 29, 2011

tanning booth confessions vol.5

day 86:
happy tuesday my bloggah’s!
so because i actually made it to the gym @ a decent hour today & tanned in a booth with brandy-new bulbs (
it’s the little things that blow my skirt up) i decided it was time to come clean & divulge some…

misadventures of a chunky goddess
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the random thoughts that permeate my sick twisted little brain whilst standing buck-ass naked in a tanning booth for the longest ten minutes of my life…

in situations like this you have no choice but to come clean and say it like it is…
so here goes – light a candle, chuck life the bird, and fess the fuck up!

confession:
i am becoming one of those oddballs gym people who stand in front of the mirror & flex their guns (
or mini pistols in my case). i don’t do it at the gym per say (that would require an intervention if i did) but i do it just about everywhere else. but in my defense – i have never had actual worked.my.ass.for.them muscles – so excuse me while i gloat a bit! and i am pretty sure if i ask brian one more time to feel my muscle he might divorce me even though we aren’t even married yet.

confession:
i haven’t taken my crockpot off the shelf, let alone cooked in it, in well over a month or better. so i may not crockpot like a mofo afterall…

confession:
i am truly flabbergasted how much i can eat now that i am avoiding the junkfood. it is amazing how many points+ i waste on crap food that does nothing to keep me satisfied let alone have any nutrional value. since taking the sweet tooth challenge (button & info on my side bar over there --> ) i feel like all i do is eat & i feel content – not bloated & weighed down! yeah it’s been kinda hard – but it is getting easier every single day & all i can say is thank gawd for the
green monster smoothie!

confession:
i do not get the fascination with taylor swift & find her extremily annoying – especially the babe in the woods act. c’mon honey – we all know you have banged half of hollywood – drop the innocent act already & lose the silly ringlets!
yeah, apparently i am a hater?

confession:
the
biotin works…

confession:
i am still stalling on the c25k – in my defense i have so much going on – but i also admit that if i really was committed i would be all over that shit.
running? why oh why do you elude me so?

so there ya have it – no shame in my game!
what do ya need to get off your ta-ta’s?!?!
spill it…
then cross your eyes, make the sign of the devil horns, and drink a double hail bloody mary and all is forgiven…

peace, l♥ve & margaritas bloggy peeps!
xxoo
cyn

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

tanning booth confessions vol.4

day 73:
hola blogaritas!

been awhile…
so let’s have a go @ it shall we?

misadventures of a chunky goddess
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the random thoughts that permeate my sick twisted little brain whilst standing buck-ass naked in a tanning booth for the longest ten minutes of my life…

in situations like this you have no choice but to come clean and say it like it is…
so here goes – light a candle, chuck life the bird, and fess the fuck up!

confession:
i hurt my knee.
i didn’t wanna admit that i did – but i so did. it is a bazillion times better than 2 days ago but it has taught me a lesson. while my body is doing things i never thought capable; i am not invincible.

confession:
i have been having yet another food-a-palooza this week.
whiskey tango foxtrot?
i weigh-in on friday’s & i swear if i run amuck on the weekend it sets the tone for the remainder of the week. i am thinking i need to do away with my anything.goes.on.saturday mentality. i can control it some weeks but others (
this one) i am struggling to get back on track & leave the crap food alone.

confession:
i suffer from depression & am medicated for it.
but wellbutrin has nothing on endorphins!
true fucking story!

confession:
i am trying the biotin & it was not $3 a bottle as they claim on pintrest.
it was $8 for 100 but i am willing to give it a whirl.
from what i hear it makes your hair & eyelashed fuller & shiney. also helps with nail growth – but i get mine done so no biggie there for me. i will keep ya’ll updated.

confession:
there is a lot of buzz about the
paleo diet floating around & i am sorry but anyting nicknamed *the caveman diet* doesn’t appeal to me & i cannot help but feel like this is just another *diet*.
i get the premis & some of it actually makes a lot of sense & is very similar to clean eating (
no processed crap) but omitting all gains baffles me?
didn’t we all do this diet in the 90s – it was called atkins i believe?
or the sugar busters diet?
maybe i am misinformed but it sounds very similar?

confession:
i start week 2 & level 2 on the ripped in 30! (
tab above tracks my progress)
i have no clue what to expect because i never preview the workouts.
but as always – i am a wee bit nervous. just when you think you have one level licked – bam – time to up the ante & fuck your whole world up!
but that’s what i love about these workouts. they are 20-25 minutes long, never boring, & highly effective!

confession:
some days i exude confidence almost to the point of appearing cocky – other days i second guess every little thing i do…

confession:
a random dude flirted with me the other day. it was so bizarro.

confession:
my bestie told me that i was looking very *skinny bitch* the other day.

confession:
i have been totally slacking with my photography. i want a new camera in the worst way & i let that want hinder me sometimes. it’s truly not the camera & i need to remember that!

confession:
we need to move – like yesterday.
my family – all five of us – are temporarily (
ha - 3+ years later) living in my grandmother’s house where my mom also lives. yeah 7 peeps in one little house that even though we pay bills for isn’t ours. and we are slapped with that fact daily. sometimes hourly.
i love my extended family (
mom & grandma) but we need to be elsewhere!
the economy here is bad – no really we have one of the worst unemployment rates in the nation & i just read a news report that said we would be one of the last three states to jump back from this effin’ recession.
in 2017!
seriously?
we need to move – but how do you move if you cannot find a decent job to save up money? it is a vicious fuckin’ cycle & i have had just about enough of it.
our situation could be a gazillion times worse – we do not go without anything -- but i guess i just never thought we would still be exactly where we were when we decided to just stay here for a little while so we could save money for our own house.
we have done that but with the fact that there is no job security in this blasted state – it is just scary! and i know some people are making it work & trust me i envy them – i guess i cannot help but wonder when we will get our break in life?!?! we are not asking for a handout – far from it. i would just love bri to find a job where he is paid his worth & recognized for how hard he works.
okay -- i will stop – i could write a novel about this & how it contributed to my need for wellbutrin.
*fake smile*

so there ya have it – no shame in my game!
what do ya need to get off your ta-ta’s?!?!
spill it…
then cross your eyes, make the sign of the devil horns, and drink a double hail bloody mary and all is forgiven…

peace, l♥ve & margaritas bloggy peeps!
xxoo
cyn

Sunday, October 16, 2011

tanning booth confessions vol.3

day: 42
ni hao bloggy-san!
so i just got home from the gym & whilst tanning my buns in the booth tonight i thought to myself…
“it’s been awhile since ya wrote a…”




misadventures of a chunky goddess
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the random thoughts that permeate my sick twisted little brain whilst standing buck-ass naked in a tanning booth for the longest ten minutes of my life…

in situations like this you have no choice but to come clean and say it like it is…
so here goes – light a candle, chuck life the bird, and fess the fuck up!

confession:
i had way too much fun last night out with my friends @ an show that featured motley crue, vanhanlen, dio, & godsmack tribute bands. and you know i was makin’ devil horns with my fingers – as it was so obviously the thing to do. i have always been a rockin’ chick! heh!

confession:
speaking of rockin’ – i so rocked that cute little dress last night & can you believe i didn’t take a pic. yeah me – the photo queen who documents everything. i honestly didn’t think of it… i was too busy makin’ devil horns!



( i do have this gem of a photo – taken today to document that i survived this nite out wayyyyy better than last week. i am actually upright & combed my hair unlike last weekend… heh!)

confession:
i was so not feeling the 30 day shred today and had no desire to even do it until i randomly tried on a pair of juinor size 13 jeans & they fit. my ass was all over the 30 day shred after that & i went to the gym tonight! as my weight watcher leader tricia say: it’s the best & worst moments that motivate us the most. true dat!

confession:
the past six weeks of hard work is starting to show & people are starting to take notice – even those who see me daily. i have had so many compliments in the past few days it’s unreal. and i won’t lie – i am totally l♥vin’ it! it only motivates me to keep on truckin’!

confession:
sex is a bazillion times better when you feel sexier.

confession:
i had taco bell on the way home last night. it used to be a tradition for my bestie & i back in the day – so we had to. i won’t even lie – that mexican pizza kicked fuckin’ ass & was worth every one of it’s 14 points. yeah i went way over in points yesterday but fuck it – i had a great time drinking & eating the extras – i tracked it – it's not something i do regularly & life goes on!


confession:
i am the worst lurker -- i am wicked behind on reading other peeps blogs! sorry; i am usually all over that!

but did i mention i got into a size junior 13 jeans today?!?!


so there ya have it – no shame in my game!

what do ya need to get off your ta-ta’s?!?!
spill it…
then cross your eyes, make the sign of the devil horns, and drink a double hail bloody mary and all is forgiven…

spread the bloggy l♥ve, eat your veggies, and love yourself!
xxoo
cyn

Wednesday, October 5, 2011

i l♥ve a challenge


day: 31

holla bloggerhood!!

so something fun… errr challenging today, it is technically a challenge so let’s call it that
(like talking about myself is a challenge…)!

my most fave redheaded blogger
a daft scots lass has graciously bestowed this unique challenge upon me. and seven lucky fellow bloggers will also be given this same challenge – keep reading ya lucky plonkers (as ms.daft scots lass would say).
and as the daft scots lass herself said – don’t make me come look for you!
trust me – you don’t want a crazy-pms raged- would knife ya for a snickers bar-bloggin’-chick
(that would be me) on your ass!
basically this is a challenge to help ya dig up posts from the past
(or not) and share them with your readers new & not-so-new (old isn’t a very nice word ya know). now because this particular blog is only a month old – well friday it will be (wow) – i might have to pull something outta my ass. won’t that be fun?
here goes…

1. my most beautiful post – hmmm – i am not sure if any of my posts could be classified as *beautiful* but i do think that the beauty of my blog is it’s brutal honesty. the fact that i have my actual
weight out there in the blog-o-sphere for anyone to read is just miraculous! never in my life (other than doctors, brian & my mom) has anyone known my actual weight. not even my besties!
2. my most popular post – easy -- hands down – my
ROCK OUT with your CROCK OUT series. even when i fuck up royally – you guys love reading about my crock pottin’ adventures!
3. my most controversial post – oddly enough
weigh-in vol.2 when i went up a little in weight. yeah, i was frustrated and ranted pretty nicely but come on – i am a analytical bitch by nature – venting and over-thinking is my thang! i don’t wanna ruin the suspense – because i have a post in mind in regards to an email i received about this post. but i will say this much – the words *eating disorder* were used in said email. sigh.
4. my most helpful post -- i cannot name just one – because i have had such positive feedback from so many of you! i cannot express how much that means to me. this blog and the overwhelming positive feedback sparks me into my success thus far – true fuckin’ story! so every one of your comments are helpful & i can only hope i spread that spark to someone else?
5. a post whose success surprised me -- the fact that any of this drivel is read surprises me – seriously! but i have to admit that i didn’t think the
ROCK OUT with your CROCK OUT would garner so much bloggy l♥ve? guess ya'll wanna crock pot like a mofo too?
6. a post i feel didn’t got the attention it deserved -- i am an attention whore (admittedly so) – any attention is good attention. but i just didn’t feel the crock pot l♥ve on my other series
tanning booth confessions -- maybe it was that time i mentioned finding a grey hair in places your mama never warned ya about? heh!
7. the post that i am most proud of – i l♥ve this whole blog – it is a labor of true love & something i look forward to writing and engaging with. but i think
my effin’ epiphany was a real *break-thru* for me & of course weigh-in vol.1 was awesome because of my ah-may-zing first weigh-in! i lost 5.2 freakin’ pounds!

so now for the lucky plonkers
(l♥ve that word – gonna google it shortly!) that get to pass on the bloggy l♥ve!
1.
the dancing paralegal -- marie my dear blog-o-sphere friend who has had my bloggy back from wayyyy back! this world traveling fellow weight watcher junkie says it like it is & that’s why i l♥ve her!
2.
from flab to fab -- she goes by hot coco, workouts every day, and is such a motivation – need i say more?
3.
leah – the kind weight watcher -- hands down one of my most fave blogs eva! she is honest, vegan, and like her name says, kind! a gem of a blogger & human being; truly!
4.
a shot of laughter -- such a cutie-pie with a fun, fun, fun blog! she has a candy corn martini recipe for fux sake! (waiting patiently for the weight watcher version)
5.
because i have to. “i’m not weird; i’m gifted” -- rachel is a friggen hoot – she is honest, raw, & real – just how i like my bloggers!
6.
batcrap crazy -- she rocks, her blog rocks, ‘nuff said! no really, when i grow up, i wanna be her! heh.
and last but never least…
7.
mommy bags -- this gal and her coolio blog makes me literally laugh out loud. add to the fact that we are the same age with a toddler – i feel like she is my sister from another mudder and fodder! major bloggy l♥ve for this chica!

there ya go – if you choose to accept this mission please have fun & i hope it leads ya on a cool journey into your own blog and brings insight as to why we crazy bloggers do what we do!
if not -- no worries!

btw…
plonker -- the term plonker started out as a reference to someone who was forever drunk on cheap wine
(cheap wine is nicknamed plonk) this person was usualy a homeless person, or poor person.
today the term plonker is a very light hearted insult. its not even seen as an insult, its like calling someone a wally. its in no way ment maliciously. you call someone a plonker when they say or do something stupid.
bob - why didnt my food cook ?
john - you never turned on the oven, you plonker.
(thank you urban dictionary)


oh and oops – guess you aren’t plonkers – well, not all of ya at least.
heh!
great, now i want some plonk!

spread the bloggy l♥ve, eat your veggies, and love yourself!

xxoo
cyn

Monday, September 26, 2011

tanning booth confessions vol.2

day: 22
‘ello blogdom!

another oh-so-fun installment of…



misadventures of a chunky goddess
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the random thoughts that permeate my sick twisted little brain whilst standing buck-ass naked in a tanning booth for the longest ten minutes of my life…

in situations like this you have no choice but to come clean and say it like it is…
so here goes – light a candle, chuck life the bird, and fess the fuck up!

confession…
i can handle getting older – truly i feel 31 and not 41 – but i would so botox the shit outta myself if i could justify such an expense being on a tight budget
(ick) and all.
laugh lines look cute on other people.
not me – heh.
and i would so get a boob job too – not a lift – i want these puppies to defy gravity and to look purtier than evahhhh!


confession…
i really think my depression meds
(wellbutrin) are not working which in turn makes me feel *not right* again. i was feeling so good for awhile but i feel that *funk* somewhere in me – lurking – just waiting to fuck my day up. luckily i see the doc tomorrow – but ack at the process of getting the right meds and dosage.
so daunting and i am only on round one!

confession…
i got amazing advice yesterday via twitter – basically: fuck calgon, drink tequila!
i think in moderation self-medicating my woes with a libation is a novel idea!
heh

confession…
while i am rockin’ it at the gym -- i still don’t feel that love for working out like some peeps rave about? but i am not totally loathing it either. what i do love is the sense of accomplishment and *i rock balls* attitude when i leave the gym.

confession…
i don’t get the whole twilight thing? even if i was a teeny-bopper i wouldn’t get it? yeah i watch the movies and they don’t suck – but to have so much hoopla surrounding it? i think the books were mediocre at best -- would much rather read some anne rice any day!

confession…
i was asked by a fellow blogger i adore and admire to be featured in an upcoming series and i am elated. not only to be asked but that she liked the piece i wrote.
*does naked cartwheels*
i cannot delve into it too much just yet – not my place – but trust me – when i can – i will be shouting the details from the rooftops of blogdom!

confession…
make-up sex is the best sex.

what do you need to confess to?
off to the gym to get some much needed eliptical time – maybe i am liking it more than i am willing to admit?
bizarrrrrrrrrrro!

spread the bloggy l♥ve, eat your veggies, and love yourself!
xxoo
cyn


***ROCK OUT with your CROCK OUT tomorrow & i promise it won't suck ass!***

Monday, September 12, 2011

tanning booth confessions

misadventures of a chunky goddess
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so welcome to a new feature my little warped mind dreamed up while tanning yesterday after my workout at the gym. because ten minutes seems like an eternity in there especially while buck-ass naked and fixating on every little imperfection those blasted flourescent lights seem to accentuate!
in situations like this you have no choice but to come clean and say it like it is…
so here goes – light a candle, chuck life the bird, and fess the fuck up!

confession…
i have a dirty mouth and have been known to use *fuck* as a noun, verb, prounoun and an adverb -- and no amount of orbit gum with ever fix it. if this offends you in any way, you should prolly stop reading here cuz the confessions gets worse…

“who you calling a cootie queen you lintlicker?!?!”

confession…
i used my cell phone to take and create the banner pic/button for this feature yesterday in the actual tanning booth while actually tanning because i am a wee bit mental and don’t give a fuck. and you know i took a nudie one too cause i am pervy like that. not saying it or i looked good but now i know what my ass looks like in flourescent lighting…

confession…
i ate steak yesterday – yeah i am the worst vegetarian ever. i cannot even call myself one – so from now on i want to be known as flexitarian the vegetarian formally know as vegan.

confession…
i used yo gabba gabba stickers to bribe my daughter into going peeps and poops in her potty and by golly it worked – little miss did her biz like a big girl all day today and didn’t peep her pants once!
if i had known this sooner i woulda used it because stickers are way cheaper than diapers! poor thing would sit on that little red dora potty all day for a foofa sticker…

speaking of foofa…
confession…
i have a couple grey/white hairs on my foofa (sorry that name just sounds dirty) – they were literally glowing in the dark in the tanning booth. time to shave that shit right off because miss clairol doesn’t make a coochie version and the pain-in-the-ass process of going baldy is better than looking like a nana down there…
tmi?
*heh*
told ya they get worse…

so there ya have it – no shame in my game!

what do ya need to get off your ta-ta’s?!?!
spill it…
then eat your orbit gum and drink a double hail bloody mary and all is forgiven…

xxoo
cyn

feel free to steal the button and spread the honesty if ya like.