Showing posts with label whoopsadoodle. Show all posts
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Monday, August 16, 2010

I'm Not a Suicide Bomber, I Just Look Like One When I Exercise.


It looks suspicious, right? And plenty stupid. But check it- celebrities use them too! Matthew McConaughey wears one, and Valerie Bertinelli, my Jenny Craig friend uses one too.

In case I haven't said it enough on this blog, I hate to run with the fiery intensity of 10,000 suns. But once you've exercised for a while, it loses some effectiveness when your body gets used to it. This is not something, as a non-exerciser, that I have ever learned. So... what to do? Turns out the answer is to put the weight you've already lost back on, and exercise like it's 1999 pounds. It makes sense- the more weight you carry around, the harder your body works to maintain it.

So I found this military nightmare online... the whole time singing a happy "I'M BRILLIANT!" song to myself as I ordered a 20 pounder. They had a 10 pound version, but I'm not a sissy.


At least, I didn't think I was...until it came in the mail. Turns out that 20 pounds is kinda heavy... especially when you have to carry it up 3 flights of stairs. It's also really heavy when you're dancing to David Bowie around your house, as I learned that night (Single Girls Living Alone... unite!). This was not a surprise to Sissy, who responded to my shocked text: "Duh... it's a WEIGHTED VEST."

Well... this didn't deter me. The first day I wore it out to walk was this Saturday, which was about as hot as sitting on the sun. Let me tell you, people, 98 degree days and a weighted vest DO NOT MIX.

Remember how I threw up all over the Hott Yoga studio's bathroom (and then ran away like a sorority girl at her first mixer)? IT HAPPENED AGAIN!! This time I was on the street. Luckily I was under the underpass... a seemingly common occurence there, so mine will just blend in. I was always shocked at the people on The Biggest Loser that horked...how can they work them that hard? That's torture! Turns out it's pretty easy to puke while you're exercising when it's hot.

I have a whole new respect for the military and police officers... my major line of defense would just be to run after someone long enough to feel nauseous, and hope I was close enough to puke ON them.

I own the thing now (and cleaned it), so I'll be trying it again... I'll let you know how it goes.

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Proposal Fail 2.0: Lord of the Rings



Really, these should serve as cautionary tales. Gentlemen... creativity is nice, but INSURE THE RING.

Monday, April 20, 2009

OH NOES!!!!! Celebrity Style

Kim Kardashian, after a hard day's...work? Yeah, we'll go with work.

Morrissey at the Coachella Festival... apparently the Grandaddy of EMO eats his feelings as much as I do...


My Amy... with a hella-giant burn on her leg from "cooking pasta" (read: meth lab mishap). Also, according to the Daily Mail, Amy is considering moving to St. Lucia in order to adopt some of the local children. All I can say is, if her house is made of gingerbread, run. RUN CHILDREN! BEFORE SHE FEEDS AGAIN!!

Thursday, April 2, 2009

Proposal FAIL



I am all about the videos this week!! Ah well. Sometimes your brain needs to take a little vacation.

On to the video from NBC New York... this dude prepared a romantic proposal for his girlfriend on the Brooklyn Bridge, with all of their family present for the moment... AND DROPPED THE RING INTO TRAFFIC. She cries. I'm heartless apparently; I'd be the family member laughing at Butterfingers and recording him jump into oncoming traffic to get it.