So one time, six months ago, a pr lady told me that even though I had slaved over arranging, executing and promoting a photo shoot prominently featuring her clients products on prominent NY Fashion Bloggers- my numbers weren’t high enough for her clients to continue to work with me.
Ain’t that something? I had to take to my bed for two weeks from anger and disappointment.
After that, I decided to work on my ‘numbers’ and luckily, they got better. But I’m happier about the fact that people are enjoying my content than anything else. That pr lady can suck it.
Also? I had a lot of friends and worked with a ton of people who liked me more than my numbers. And I also got to stand next to Kelly Rutherford at the DKNY25 event, so…
Also, you may have noticed the the blog has a new look- that was an accident. I started messing around and then couldn’t get it back to the way it was- so I just went ahead and committed to a new look for 2015.
So that was my year… I had fun. And oh yeah, the fricken numbers are up.
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2014 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
The concert hall at the Sydney Opera House holds 2,700 people. This blog was viewed about 8,600 times in 2014. If it were a concert at Sydney Opera House, it would take about 3 sold-out performances for that many people to see it.
So, lots of people are going on diets this week- some just because they ate an extra slice of ham last month. I, personally, have been packing it on since about June of last year so I’m overdue for a diet and exercise cure.
In 2009, I had a decent body. I didn’t think it was anything special, and to be honest I thought I had big thighs. 2012? Still doing ok. I was doing the gym thing then, trying to keep it toned up. I was running around a lot and that helped. Get to December 2014 and all hell has broken loose. I started a baking business in June, so tasting put some weight on. I finally had an apartment to myself so I could cook and eat to my heart’s content- and I wanted to eat A LOT.
I love when it snows, it makes everything so pretty.
I got that guy to come over and shoot some photos, because nobody’s better at recording your flaws like an ex. I figured the best thing to do was to start by measuring my bigger parts. My thighs measure 23.5 inches- the size of some people’ waists. I’m only 5’4″ so that doesn’t work.
It also explains why I can’t get my leg into jeans that used to hang loose on me.
For the first time in my life, I am noticing cellulite and that has to go (or at least be minimized). I had gotten some Lipo Lotion from Measurable Difference($69.99) and I have been using it since Monday night. You spread lotion on your skin, then massage it in with the vibrating massage head. Move the massager in circular movements for about 3 minutes, then rub in the rest of the lotion. I saw something happening on Wednseday, so I’m going to keep going.
BTW? That sleek red nail polish is Feeling Sexy from Probelle ($6). Because when everything falls apart, pretty nails can save your life.
I’m also starting to cut down on my meals. I used to eat little meals all day and move around. Now I eat big meals and go to sleep, plus nibbling treat samples all the time. I’m trying to remember that feeling a little hungry isn’t the worst thing in the world.
Breakfast has been greek yogurt with cutup strawberries and a little honey, an example of lunch was some cut-up tomatoes and scallions in balsamic vinegar and olive oil. I made some jerk chicken breast, with black beans and rice. I think my portion was too big, but I’m working on it. I need to remember to add salads every so often as well.
One step at a time, so I’ll be adding exercise to my life as well. One step at a time.
I didn’t go out last night. What with this and that, one thing and another- I was too done in. To be honest I’ve only gone out once my whole time in New York. NYE 2009-2010.
I went to the New Lost City NYE party, in Williamsburg of course- cuz that’s where you go when you’re new in New York and you want to look cool. Turned out an old friend of mine was working the door, so I actually did have some cred (and got in free). It was one of those hot, steamy, weird, but exhilarating parties.