Thinspiration

I had a wonderful night of THINspiration broadcast to me on television the other night. Let's recap.

I don't normally watch The Biggest Loser, but it absolutely THINspired me to see people who've overcome years of obesity and gotten their lives back. If they can do that, I can certainly drop a size or two.



THEN I watched the Victoria's Secret Fashion Show..... I don't think I need to explain myself.

But I love these wings.

So I got up and went to the gym the next day, balls to the walls.






Can you keep a secret?

I got emotional when Heidi took the catwalk. She's so iconic.

Thinspiration

My recent thin- spiration as of late would be from my adventure to the tax collector's office to get the title and registration for my car.

Allow me to explain:

Today I wore sinny jeans, boots, and a fitted tshirt. Other tax collection customers wore this outfit as well. How do I put this eloquently? Now, I'm not saying I look entirely modelesque in this outfit, but let me tell you, I looked straight of the runway in Milan in comparison to my contemporaries, to put it nicely. It was like being in a bakery, I saw so many muffin tops. I'm going to hell. This THINspired me to continue my plight to be thin and trim to be able to wear fashions, muffin top free.

That having been said, the total fee to title and register my car was....drumroll....

$465.90!!!!!!!!!!

And now I'm THINspired to not eat out. Or buy groceries. Or buy clothes I look bad in. Because I can't.

Okay, the part about the groceries is kind of dramatic.

On the flip side, my car is officially mine. Until I sell it and get all of that money back. So I probably shouldn't be freaking out that much...

...Okay, I'm fine.

Thinspiration

So I'm stoked that So You Think You Can Dance is back on for the summer. AND there's gonna be another season in the fall. Awesome. Not only is this show inspiring to live your dream and follow your passion, yada yada yada, but it's incredibly thinspiring. Nothing makes me want to get off the couch more than watching superhuman people with legs for days and 18-packs leap around effortlessly in spandex suggestions of shorts and wife beaters and look amazing doing it. And nothing jiggles. Except if it's choreography. It's a very "what am i doing with my life?" kind of a moment... le sigh...

I'm actually gonna stop blogging and go to ghetto jam.

text me.

Thinspiration

I'm not ashamed to say that I, like many Americans, am trying to get into better shape. So I'm always in need of what I like to call "thinspiration." Whatever makes me run a little longer, whatever makes me punch out a few more crunches, or whatever makes me put DOWN the cupcake counts as thinspiration. So I'd like to share some thinspiration:


I LOVE going to BodyJam class at my gym. I've come to call it GhettoJam because it's just ghetto dancing for cardio (Four 8-counts of booty shaking!). It's mad fun. The girls that teach it are incredibly motivating and energetic and they always have matching outfits. So a few days ago, they were rocking "Team Edward" t-shirts, a break away from the simple color coordinated racer back tops. They then took it a step further by putting a picture of Robert Pattinson on the mirror for all of us to look at. And i did. And it worked. So my thinspiration for that class was to work out hard so I would be be hot like a vampire.

P.S. I'm eating carrots as I'm blogging right now. It works.