Happy International Women’s Day!


As a graduate of Barnard College (the women’s college at Columbia University), an employee of women-run, women-driven retail company and a lover of women everywhere, I want to wish you all ladies and gents (yes, and gents – for this a day for you to celebrate as well – celebrate your wives, your daughters, your mothers, your sisters, your grandmothers, your friends and the women you work with!) a very Happy International Women’s Day!


Fat Girl


When Yoga Pants…


…are basically the only pants in your wardrobe that fit you comfortably, you know that alas, that pesky little notion of Karma (every action has a reaction) has set in.  Due to my complete lack of yoga, exercise, etc. over the past few weeks, my booty has reacted to my neglect and barely squeezes into my skirts, fitted dresses, and jeans.  

On Saturday night, I attended a launch party for the Building Blocks of Change, a charity group helping lay sustainable infrastructure in developing nations.  It was your typical NYC social scene: tons of ultra skinny, extremely beautiful women with flawless skin trotting around in beautiful dresses, a photo screen at the entrance with photographers clamoring to get every guest’s photo and cute, impeccably-groomed, gay waiters serving champagne, wine and small hors d’oeurves.  

As I posed for a photo feeling extremely uncomfortable in my fat-cell-padded body while standing next to some of my gorgeous and super toned friends, I couldn’t help but thinking about a potential double chin, if my arms looked extra jiggly, and how fat my cheeks looked (I have a super wide face with plump, chubby cheeks).  Yesterday, I went online to check out the photos, and just as I had guessed, I certainly do not look my best, but I don’t look as terrible as I thought I would at the time.

Anyhow, the daunting events of Saturday have prodded me like a hot pitch fork to get me back on track and back to the gym.

So far this week, it’s been going well – I got to Yoga Vida on 12th and University place last night, went to the gym this morning and I am headed to FlyWheel (spin) class tonight on the Upper West Side.  Tomorrow, I am off to a Revolve (new spin studio in NYC) class in the morning and then taking a workout breather at night.  I have scheduled sessions for every other day this week (including Saturday and Sunday) and I intend to stick to my plans!

The warm weather and teeny-weeny-yellow-polka-dot bikinis are just around the corner, so I better get my jiggly arms into toned and fighting-worthy condition.  Hopefully in a few weeks, my jeans will fit as well my yoga pants.  🙂

Any good recommendations for exciting new ways to pump out my workout or good music for hamster sessions at the gym, please send them my way!


Fat Girl

Union Jack


Tonight the hubby and I leave Newark International Airport at 7:15 pm to head to the land of castles, crown jewels, Big Ben and grungy punk rockers.  You guessed it:  London Calling!  We will spend Valentine’s Day sipping on tea and munching crumpets and will head out to the English countryside (Leicester to be exact) the following day to visit TH’s grandparents, aunts and uncles.

I absolutely love love love beef stew and potatoes and other forms of British pub food so I hope that this trip is not particularly disastrous for me.

We get back to the states on Monday night – I’ll let you know if we have any Will & Preggy Princess sightings!

Also, if you’ve ever been to Leicester or the surrounding area and did any day trips that were particularly exciting, please drop me a line and let me know!

A Badge of Booty


As you may or may not know, the Girl Scouts of America sell their cookies, do community service and find other ways to add to our society – if they do so successfully, they win badges that go on their vests and little sash things (like the girls you see in the photo above.)  If I were a Girl Scout, I would certainly win the badge for “Enormous Jello Butt” as I have recently picked up an order of Girl Scout cookies from a co-worker at my office and proceeded to stuff my face with half a sleeve of Thin Mints.

Since my wedding, my body has expanded tremendously – my tatonga melons (as my husband refers to them) have swollen to the size of large grapefruits during the height of winter season and the cheeks on my face as well as the ones covered by my clothes have grown large enough to store acorns like a little chipmunk and large enough to make it clap, respectively.  Due to my unwanted body growth, I have been remiss in my posting updates because the fat that is taking over my body has also begun to take over my spirit – I don’t know if it’s the winter blues or the winter munchies or a combo of both, but I am just really tired and unmotivated lately.  I have little desire to leave my apartment, let alone put on a constricting sports bra and drag myself to the gym (although I have been trying to do so more recently, and have been relatively successful) and write to the world about my glorious workout and healthy eating regime because it just doesn’t exist right now.  I do extend my apologies to all my Fat Girl followers for my absence from the blogging world.

I guess what I need to take away from this Girl Scout cookie binge is the positiveness and overall drive of the organization (rather than their tasty and fattening little treats).  While I chow down on my next cookie, I will think positive thoughts, try to get myself to the gym tonight and try to keep up on my posts.  I love all you ladies out there who lose all self control around a Thin Mint (or a Tagalong.)


Fat Girl

A Feast For the Eyes

FireplaceThere is truly no place like home for the holidays.  Pictured above is the fireplace in my parent’s family room at our home in New Jersey – my husband and my dad got the fire going on Christmas night to get everyone in the spirit and keep everyone’s little fingers and toes warm and toasty.  While it didn’t snow, it did get quite chilly, and my little sister and I had a great time cooking Christmas dinner for everyone in our kitchen.  Some snapshots of our work are below…



Apple Cider Sangria

Apple Cider Sangria

Dinner is Served!

Drum roll, please….

And with that, I will leave with you a photo of our family Christmas tree.  A late Merry Christmas to all and to all a good day!


Fat Girl

Christmas Tree

Oh the Weather Outside…

…Is NOT frightful and it’s not even cold enough for a delight fire.  As we roll into Christmas over the weekend, I find myself alarmingly not in the holiday spirit, and I am unable to pinpoint why.  Every store you walk into in Manhattan is joyously ringing out holiday tunes from their speakers and all of the windows in retail stores are festively decorated with glittering baubles, snow fallen trees and lots of lights so the only thing that I can really think of, is the strangely warm weather in NYC this holiday season.

As I have been meandering through the tourist-packed streets of the city dressed in merely a light spring rain coat and jeans, I wonder about what a difference it would have made to grow up in a warm weather climate such as Los Angeles or Texas where it almost never snows and a “White Christmas” is only a movie.  It must be pretty great for women…since it’s warm all year and you could be in a bathing suite or skimpy dress anytime, I’m sure you would tend to think twice before stuffing your face with another holiday decorated cupcake or downing another glass of eggnog.  The great thing about North East winters (though I don’t particularly love the cold) is that you can hide any unwanted holiday weight gain with cozy bunchy sweaters, a pair of stretchy pants and some cute boots!  The problem with the warm weather in NYC is that I have on a similar version of the outfit mentioned above today (*I switched out the stretchy pants for jeans and slipped on a pair of Hunter rain boots in lieu of the cute boots due to the rain puddles that have accumulated all over NYC sidewalks since last night’s downpour*) and as I was running around trying to find a place with some decent holiday cards to stuff with checks for our doormen, I was breaking a sweat in my bunchy sweater.

I am wishing for a true “White Christmas”, frightful weather outside and a delightful fire inside.  Let it snow!  Let it snow!  Let it snow!  (So I can run around my parents house in spandex pants and bunchy sweaters!)


Fat Girl

129. 2 Doesn’t Fit.

I think the title of this post pretty much sums it up.  I am at 129 pounds and my standard size two pants barely fit me – if I squeeze into them and I am okay with some severe muffin top and maybe a small dose of camel toe, than yes they fit, but I am 100% not okay with either of those two unsightly characteristics when it comes to how my pants fit.

I resolve that losing this weight and getting back to my goal weight range (120 – 125 lbs) will not be my New Year’s resolution because I want to be back at 125 by January 1, 2013 – I know this is a super duper challenge with holiday treats abound and calories just seeming to fly directly into my mouth, but I genuinely believe that you can do anything you put your mind to and I am putting my mind to losing 4 lbs by December 31.

Tonight, my company is holding their annual holiday party, which means that alcohol will be streaming from the bars and I’m sure lots of fried and sugary snacks will be pouring out of waitresses hands all evening long – this is going to be hell for the little Fat Girl trying to manage her intake of unhealthy little buggery food items.

I am a bit depressed about this recent weight gain and I feel like I’ve let myself down to be perfectly honest, which is not the greatest feeling to have around the holidays.  I guess that means I just need to pick myself up by the boot straps, close my mouth and start moving my legs like a crazed hamster on a wheel.


Fat Girl

For Those Who are Lost

My heart and prayers are with the young souls that were taken from this earth on Friday, December 14, 2013.  The 27 victims will be remembered and I hope that action will be taken from a Federal level so that parents can send their children to school with confidence in school security measures.  

There are no words to express how deeply saddened I am by this very unfortunate tragedy.


yogaThe weekend is almost here! Wooohooooooooooo!

TH has been super stressed out recently so I think I am going to drag him to a yoga class tomorrow morning to get him to chill a little, find his inner calm and rebalance himself. I am not really the most flexible person and he really isn’t – he can’t hold his arms out in front of him with his hands pointed back towards his head and make his elbows touch – I thought that was a normal trait all humans have – apparently not. Despite our inflexibilities, yoga for me is sort of a religious experience – I have to focus so hard on holding poses such as downward dog, chaturanga, half moon, etc that I totally wipe my head of clean of any garbly thoughts that are clouding my thinking. When I leave a class, I feel refreshed – yoga gives me a clean slate.

My favorite yoga spot in the city is called YogaVida. It’s near Union Square and it’s a clean and friendly studio where people go to relax, workout and rebalance – no one gives two flying monkeys about your latest and greatest Lululemon yoga pants or how beet red my face gets when I am desperately trying to focus and do my best. That’s the kind of yoga I like – no judgements. So tomorrow, I can’t wait to get a workout in combined with supreme peace.

After yoga, I’ll have to run a few errands around what are supposed to be wet streets tomorrow – supposedly it is going to rain the whole weekend, which kind of stinks. If you’ve ever walked the streets of New York City in the rain, you know that it is less than a joyous experience. Homeless folks unfortunately often times cannot find proper facilities to relieve themselves in so when you walk on rained on streets in NYC, you are walking on rain that is likely mixed with urine and other filth that has acculumated in the city over its exisitence. Once I’ve navigated my way through running pesky little errands and back into my dry, clean apartment, it will be time to start whipping up a gluten free dinner for my good friend who will be visiting from Philly for her birthday dinner.

Will keep you posted on yoga and all other weekend excitements throughout the weekend.

Fat Girl

Starting off Thursday With an Explosion…


…In the upper part of my pants…

It’s Thursday – I have not been to the gym once this week even though I had resolved last Thursday to get to the gym four to five times a week.

I went to pull on a pair of jeans and happened to grab a pair that were literally baggy on my waist, hips and thighs just two months ago.  Well, don’t worry folks, they wholeheartedly squeeze me now and do you know why?  I am absolutely sure you can guess…yes, my butt has exploded into a mess of extra jiggly stuff.

I think that the major thing other than the gym that is causing my rapid fire butt explosion is the fact that I have been eating relatively large dinners late at night – nothing unhealthy – it’s just that it is far too late when I am actually eating.  TH got sushi at Haru in Times Square last night at like 8:30.

Well before I head off to work, I had to do something to soothe my soul before going out into the cold weather already depressed about the growth on the back of my body so I am listening to upbeat Christmas carols in my apartment.

Time to reel it in all in today…No late dinners and hopefully I get to the gym too.


Fat Girl