I said I wasn’t going to comment on Kim Kardashian’s sartorial choices during her pregnancy. But I’m making an exception for last night’s get up. This is not a screed against her weight gain; the blowback she’s received has been super mean and wrong. But was this the best she could do? It’s giving me “Eunice Harper Higgins” vibes. *Sigh*
For more photos of who wore what and how to the Costume Institute’s punk-themed gala, click HERE.
Kim Kardashian in Riccardo Tisci
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Pray for me.
Jillian Michaels is my new BFF. We have a love-hate relationship: she loves to torture me in the name of exercise, and I hate every minute of it…until those endorphins kick in. At the end of this “strength/cardio/ab” circuit workout, combined with sensible eating (guess who’s keeping a food journal via My Fitness Pal?) and alternating lunchtime walks and stair climbing with visits to the gym (and tracking my progress with the Nike+ Running app), I better see real results or she’s getting kicked to the curb.
I checked this DVD out from the local library (because I’ve been burned before – ahem, Abs of Steel), and It. Is. Kicking. My. Butt. Which is probably a good thing. I’m not craving Cokes (as much), and water never tasted so good.
Lessons learned thus far?
1. Make small changes to your diet and build on that, and be sure to incorporate a cheat day. As in ONE cheat day. Don’t beat yourself up when you start craving steak and cupcakes…because when you work out, you’ll definitely feel hungry!
2. Just do it. It’s not fun or cute to sweat this hard, but neither are heart disease, diabetes, or a muffin top. Lace up your sneakers and get after it.
3. The 30 Day Shred is a 20 minute workout. Who can’t find 20 minutes to devote to getting healthy? If shredding is not for you then power walk, roller skate, join a Zumba class…just do something that will make you break a sweat.
4. My upcoming class reunion was motivation enough for me, but build in rewards so that you have something to look forward to.
5. Have epsom salts on hand. You’re going to need them.
I’d post “before” pictures but the interweb really doesn’t need to see my tummy.
Are you on #teamtwopiece, or are you making an effort to increase your fitness level? Leave a comment in the comment box! Let’s encourage each other.
*I’m many things, but doctor, nutritionist, and personal trainer didn’t make the cut. I’m not offering or claiming to offer any professional advice; I’m sharing my own experience. Get checked out by a professional before you start any weight loss or fitness plan, and proceed with care.
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How many of you resolved to get fit this year?
How many of you have already fallen off the Jillian Michaels/Weight Watchers/cabbage soup diet/Zumba bandwagons?
I know, I know. Because I make the same goal every six months – before or after swimsuit season – and promptly break it when I’m met with a bowl of queso, a pint of Blue Bell or a hard day at work. I start off with the best intentions but somehow – usually after the boost losing ten pounds gives me – I lunge into a taco here, cupcake there backslide. But I finally decided I was tired of wearing a size (or two, if I’m being honest) larger than I think I am in my mind. I’m tired of my doctor’s not-so-subtle hints about getting more exercise every day (The lowest blow? When he commented about how quickly Beyonce lost her baby weight…and I don’t have a kid).
Point blank: I’m tired of not feeling my best. Im tired of feeling TIRED. It’s not really about a number on a scale or the tag inside a dress. No matter how chic your outfit is, or how “beat” your hair and makeup are, they can’t cover up high cholesterol, high blood pressure or poor nutrition forever. I may not ever look exactly like Blue Ivy’s mama, but I certainly want to look and feel the absolute best Alexis can.
So I’m back on the wagon (er, treadmill). I laced up my New Balances, put on my tights and head scarf and ran for my life at the crack of dawn this morning. (And guess what? I didn’t die.) I’m not going to let a bad mood or a lack of preparation and motivation send me careening off track. I have the Nike + and My Fitness Pal apps to monitor my progress and to keep track of my calories and water intake. And I have some great friends (and an unforgiving scale) to hold me accountable.
Who’s with me?
I believe ‘Girls Run the World,’ and I love to ‘Party’…but do you mean to tell me the same person who reportedly appears on the cover of next month’s GQ in what my grandmother would call “drawers” and 25% of a tee shirt is the SAME person who will be singing the National Anthem at the President’s inauguration on January 21st?
I know this is her year, with a Super Bowl performance, an HBO documentary, an insane Pepsi deal AND new music on the way. I respect her hustle and her talent, and I let her slide one time – but Baddie Bey: please, put on some clothes!
After all: Blue Ivy, Malia, Sasha and the OMG Girlz (pictured above) are watching.
*Gets off soapbox*
Real Housewives of Atlanta castmate and Miss America USA 1993 Kenya Moore shows us all how to work a caftan while having a meltdown, hunty. And yet somehow I don’t think Scarlett O’Hara would approve…
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What’s your biggest beauty pet peeve? (One of our biggest no-no’s is illustrated above. Here are two more that get a big “No ma’am!”: VPL and painted-on eyebrows.) Share yours in the comment section!
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Uh oh! What do you do on days when NOTHING in your stuffed closet feels (or fits) right? Usually, laying out my outfits for the week helps, but this morning I was at a complete loss, and found myself running around with a boot in one hand and a (nonmatching) skirt in another. Share a tip in the comment section!
For once, I’m at a loss for words. Your thoughts?
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Same Chic Different Day 