ready. set. goal

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I suppose if it’s announced publicly, it must become a commitment! Over Labor Day weekend, the girls and I painted the city of angels red. We reveled at a pool party, which prior to baring into bikinis, I decided to feast like a king because: 1. I normally do and 2. I wanted to be able to last through the night. Sadly, it was quite inevitable after feeling bloated as a whale to stray from that self esteem, especially with a pool filled with coke-bottled, perfect-figured sharks swimming around. Pause. Nobody’s perfect. Before going about the “stfu, you’re skinny”, this IS a skinny girl rant because that is exactly the problem. I don’t want to be viewed as skinny, I want to be fit! They are two completely different concepts and I have a ways to go. As I speak for myself, I am nearly shapeless; if I stood next to Spongebob Squarepants, it will be difficult to tell us apart aside from his charming good looks.

The issue with my body type is that I am an apple where all my food ends up being stored around my abdominal, which is the hardest area to burn. Frankly, its triple times more difficult because I love food so much that the thought of a strict diet… Well, its not even thought. After scoping out the various body types by the poolside, I’ve decided I really need to put my foot, er.. fork, down.

Currently, I’m only working out enough to maintain. I know without ever changing my diet (or the excessive amount I eat), it’s going to take a lifetime before I see real results. Here, my goal comes in: it’s time to put more thought to eating cleaner and scheduling time to exercise more. No more cheat weeks; it has to remain a cheat day, as in one not five. This state of mind doesn’t spring because I think I am “fat”, rather I want to be healthy. I don’t want to start panting excessively when I speed walk up hills. I want to see some definition in my arms, abs, and let’s just throw in a bubble butt while we’re at it. Wimpy as it sounds, I want to be able to do a proper pull up without chair assistant, aside from reaching the bar, because at this point, simply dangling myself on the bar might not be the cutest look.

I’m not trying to do a disappearing act with myself, more so, I hope to start selling you tickets to the gun show. Kidding. Before I go over my head, I will give myself until my birthday, a full two months, to really push myself out of my comfort zone (being lazy). I’m not trying to be a body builder, I’ll be ecstatic with half the strength of one. So here’s to the extra sets of burpees, incorporating more weights, staying away from eating multiple cookies in one sitting and running that extra mile.

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Whether reading this motivates you to try to reach or push harder in your personal health goals or if you think this is petty, it’s absolutely fine. As long as I’m able to entertain a positive thought and promote even the littlest growth, we can be in this together. Let’s get it!

xo, tfny.

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fun in the sun

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It’s as if a emotional raincloud rolls over my head like I’m Eeyore as I revisit pictures to post of my previous weekend; envious for some nice, sunny weather compared to this misty fog of a city summer. I’m a girl who can live off tanks, tees and shorts if the weather would just abide. Mark Twain once quoted, “The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco”. With that said, I spent a lovely weekend with beloved friends over by the lake. We were so stoked to be boating only to arrive with the water running dry. From the crazy global warming conditions, on top of them sucking out all the lake water to be sold…  Did we end up going to a lake or a puddle? It seems like we (as human beings) are doing too much attempting to act like Mother Nature: moving bodies of water, creating rainclouds, chopping down rainforests… all that. We’re playing too much with fire here. Anyways, just my opinion and something to think about. For everyone else outside of SF that has Mr. Sun’s attention, dance around in a bikini for me while I wrap myself in a snuggie!

xo, tfny.

PS. It’s already a week into August? Um, semi-freak out moment.

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