I can't believe how many of you share my dirty little secret. Your comments seriously made my day!
I hope you all had a great week. Mine was actually super fun. I earned a little extra cash helping my dad out at the hospital, I finally got a new phone (iphone! With a cute turquoise Kate Spade cover!), and got to spend a day with my bestie!
To celebrate Kerrie's official summer break, we ventured downtown for a little shopping, cherry limeades, and photo time yesterday.
We spent hours scouring scary shops for the perfect hookah. We are determined to buy one soon so we can have fabulous summer parties.
We also bought a few vintage dresses and shirts, which I will post about later.
I hope you enjoy the photos!
Kerrie chilled outside the hookah store.
I showed off a bush at the park where we sat and drank our cherry limeades. By the way: I am wearing a Free People skirt and Banana Republic shirt and Fossil sandals. The bag is Prada.
Kerrie scared the hell out of me when she climbed this massive wall.
She then tried to find a way to sneak into a 200-year-old church.
I opted to just sit pretty on the church steps.
I thought this old telephone booth was pretty cool.
...and Kerrie leaves you with this important message.
Okay, it's not really dirty. It's not even remotely that bad. But you're super curious now, right?
It's more of an...embarrassing little secret.
You see, I eat baby food. Once a day I eat a little jar of fruit puree that is meant for people who still calculate their age in months.
I got on this habit a little while ago when I had to get a cavity filled. My dentist told me not to eat lunch unless it was soup or baby food. Intrigued, I went to the grocery store and bought a jar of banana baby food. It was DELICIOUS. I was instantly hooked.
I only eat the fruit flavors (banana, apple, mixed berries, peaches, etc.). The vegetable and dinner flavors look nasty. This little snack habit of mine is actually beneficial. It's cheap (at most grocery stores you can buy two for one dollar) and they are obviously very healthy. There is no added sugar, it's basically just fruit. The calories are incredibly low. One jar of peach is only 50 calories. Plus, as I said earlier it's freaking delicious.
However, it is a habit I kept hidden from my friends and family. After all, I am not a baby. I felt like people would laugh at me. Buying baby food in the store is worse than buying tampons. I would always do it quickly, praying no one would catch me in the act. And whenever a mother, or someone else with a legitimate reason, would walk up to the section, I would laugh really loudly and say something like "oh, I definitely need to get three jars of peach for little Andy!" or say apologetically "I'm sorry for hogging the pears, my daughter just can't get enough of them."
I have no children. It was shameful.
But then a few days ago I read a couple news articles online that changed my life. It made me decide to come out of the baby food closet.
Reese Witherspoon. Jennifer Aniston. Madonna.
They eat baby food too!
Apparently it's a popular diet for Hollywood celebrities.
A lot of these celebrities substitute their regular meals for baby food.
Personally, I have no intention of taking it that far. Enjoying a jar of peaches as a snack is one thing, but to replace all my meals with it is another. I enjoy chewing food. Adults are supposed to chew food. That's why we have teeth.
But nonetheless, it was nice to see that I'm not the only one indulging in food designed for infants.
I am really, really happy I decided to blog about my weight issues.
I was not expecting to stumble upon a treasure trove of advice and support. I knew I had the coolest blogging buddies in the world, but I still wasn't expecting so much information. You guys are AWESOME!! Basically, it looks like I need to lay off the junk food as much as I can, drink a lot of water, eat a lot of fruit, and exercise at least 30 minutes a day on average.
I am going to be contacting a few of you through e-mail for more tips. I am really excited about starting this little journey. ;)
To boost my self confidence and give me some beauty lessons, Kerrie came over Saturday night and gave me a spring makeover. It was an unexpected surprise!
I am totally stealing these photos she put on her facebook page, so I hope she doesn't mind. Hahaha! (Thanks, Kerrie).
It was a lovely night. In addition to the makeover, we watched a Woody Allen movie, ate pizza, drank wine, and talked about boys.
This is a photo of me before the makeover:
This is me after the makeover.
(A closeup of Kerrie's artistry)
What do you think?? I was pretty pleased with the result. Kerrie's makeup always looks so flawless and she always looks so gorgeous, so I knew I was in good hands.
The artist, herself.
Rian gave his seal of approval.
And of course, what Kerrie post would be complete without a bff photo?!
I used to be one of those skinny girls who complained about looking fat.
Senior year of high school, at 91 pounds, I would sit around the lunch table with my friends and talk about how fat I looked. What's sad is that I really did believe it.
Um, I kind of want that body back.
What was I thinking?!?! I was a size zero. I looked fantastic. I managed to keep that weight all the way through college.
But as soon as I got my first office job, I let myself go. Things in my life were changing and my body was the last thing on my mind. I was sitting in a cubicle all day. Stress gave me cravings. My boyfriend took me out to expensive restaurants practically every night. I became a lush (fruity martinis are the devil). I moved out on my own and lost control of my regular eating habits.
Now here I am, four years after college graduation, and 30 pounds heavier. It may not sound like a lot to you, but with my tiny frame, it's a huge deal.
My self-esteem is pretty much non-existent. Eighty percent of my closet does not fit me anymore. Shopping sucks when nothing cute looks cute on you. I rarely take photos of myself these days. When I look in the mirror, I see a giant football with long brown hair.
I want to start losing weight, but I need to do it in moderation. I need to slowly change my lifestyle. Combating cravings would be a blessing. I know just making the most simple and smallest changes will help push me in the right direction.
Mine was action-packed, filled with parties and Mother's Day activities.
On Saturday night, my friend Nadine and I had a girls night in and we saw a movie that kind of haunted us. It is called "Picnic at Hanging Rock." This 1975 Australian film focuses on a group of girls and a school teacher at a prestigious women's college in 1900 who disappear during a Valentine's Day picnic at Hanging Rock.
Honestly, the film is very mysterious and eerie. Everyone appears to be away in their own little dream-like world. Nobody really seems to be there, even though they are.
Even weirder is that everyone in the movie seems to be obsessed with Miranda, one of the girls who disappeared. Two characters (her creepy female roommate and a local boy) are madly in love with her and everyone (her schoolmates and the media) seems more concerned about her disappearance than the rest.
I found this odd because Miranda only has about 30 minutes of screen time (if that) in the film and a disturbing lack of personality. She must have been the hottest girl in town. I can't imagine any other reason for all that attention.
The best aspect of this film, however, is the beautiful costumes. The girls wear pretty white dresses, straw hats, fancy gloves, and glimmering Victorian jewelry.
This film makes me want to spend all summer in a long, flowing white sun dress at the park, with a romantic novel by my side. I want to have a luxurious and idle picnic at a faraway spot...
I made a Polyvore inspired by the film. Fortunately, the style is very simple to achieve.