My Real Motivation

Alright, so a lot of you know I’m obsessed with the makeover shows: TLC “Makeover Story,” “Extreme Makeover,” “The Swan,” and Discovery Health Channel’s “Plastic Surgery: Before and After.” It’s sick, I know. The thing is I don’t watch it because I think it’s a good thing. I watch it because I like fast changes, drastic comparisons, for the same reason I watch Home Renovation shows on TLC and HGTV.

But what I’ve discovered from watching the Plastic Surgery shows is that I have been working out more and running more and trying to get into better shape for one main reason. At my age I can reverse the damage I’ve done to my body and hopefully not suffer any irreparable side products. Mainly all the people I see that have lost weight on these shows are having to get all the extra skin removed that wouldn’t snap back into shape. This has a lot to do with rapid weight loss, but also skin elasticity and age.

My point? I don’t ever want to feel like I permanently ruined my body by letting it get too big to recover from. So even though you think watching these shows would brainwash me into believing it’s no big deal to have work done, in actuality it makes me NEVER want to go under a knife and instead to work my ass off so I don’t look back and say, “Why’d I let myself go?”

So there it is. Nothing special.

Mornin’ Govenah!

So I think the shockingly terrible, or maybe wonderful, thing that has happened to me since starting XGym is that I may have become a morning person. I told someone recently that you couldn’t change who you are. If you aren’t a morning person, you will NEVER be a morning person. But I’m finding that if I get up before 8am, I do really well.

I can get my ass out of bed and in the shower (ee-gasp! shower for katie!) and I’ll even have enough time to grab a cappuccino or something on my way to work. Or on Wednesdays and Saturdays I eat a little cottage cheese before heading to my workout at 6:30 am.

The best part? I have the whole day to do whatever I need to do. Saturdays are wonderful now. Although I do start to get the heavy eyes and the tired thoughts around 11am, but I perk back up easily if the right activity is presented.

So I decree, I may be eating my words and turning over a new leaf. Although I still don’t like to talk in the morning. So don’t flipping talk to me if I’ve only been up for 45 minutes. I need time before I can be pleasant to other people. Except for Tasha, my sister’s cat. She can talk to me all she wants. I’ll be pleasant to her because she doesn’t require me to respond except with a kiss or a pet. I can do that. For anyone. But no talking.

So Good Morning everyone!

I forgot how to lie

Well, the cat’s out of the bag. For those of you who came by my place this weekend, I cleaned up the mess (with the amazing early morning help from my surprise guest, Dave. THANKS DAVE!) and I had everything perfect and even better than when my sister left town. Unfortunately, I somehow kept forgetting to empty out the beer tub that was on the back porch. When she walked up the first thing she said was “you had a party?” Now party may be an exaggeration, BUT…

After that I was completely honest. I figured I’m a grown up and I had a few friends over and the place looks great so no harm no foul. She was pretty cool about it. She did find a watermelon rind and a cigarette in the dirt, but that’s not too shabby.

Thanks to everyone for such a nice time. I never imagined the Kentucky Derby would be such a good excuse for a get-together and I had so much fun watching it! My horse even won! But the highlight would have to be the Bocce Ball. It is my new favorite game. Thanks Jay! Not to mention great Mint Juleps and a Kentucky Derby pie. Thanks Matina!

To those who I didn’t get a chance to invite, sorry about the last minute nervous throw together shindig, but next time I’ll have a real party with permission and invite everyone!