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Flo-Jo and Froyo – Bingo!

21 May

Today was my triumphant return to the gym. Shockingly, I was not greeted with balloons, whistles and high fives.
Don’t they know what it took to get myself here today?!

It’s been months since I set foot in the place. That seems to be my shtick, I go religiously, buy new workout pants, a fancy water bottle, and start feeling fantastic….

Then – BAM! – I’m done. I skip a day and the next and the next and the next thing I know I haven’t seen the gym in 4 months.
Since I sucumbed to my sloth tendencies 4 months ago, I truly haven’t really seen that much of a difference in the way I look. (Those who have, have kindly kept it to themselves) My weight has stayed the same. I still wear the same size clothing.

What I absolutely DO recognize is a total change in the way I feel. I’m not as happy. I’m not as confident or energetic. I am a better version of me when I’m making my body sweat for an hour, four or five times a week.

How can I get myself to remember how much better I feel about myself and life in general when I’m working out? It’s only one hour out of my entire day. Target and my comfy little writing chair at Coffee Bean will still be there after my gym time.

Maybe my gym could start serving froyo and install a self serve candy bar! That would get me there everyday for sure!

Yes, these types of thoughts actually cross my mind. Frequently.



Boys, Bras and Panties

31 Aug

Sometimes I forget that my just turned 6 year old is in fact only 6. Today, Auntie S, HB and I ran into one of her school friends at Froyolife. The two little Yentas immediately grabbed hands and started talking about boys. BOYS. Six years on this earth and they have already discovered the fun in eating Frozen Yogurt and gossiping about boys.
Next, the subject matter turned to Auntie and I. The girls were whispering and staring intensely at us and giggling. We could only imagine what those little mouths were saying.

When the three of us got back to the car, HB said, “So do you guys want to know what we were saying about you back there?” Why yes my dear, I sure do. We were talking about what kind of bra’s and underwear you both wear.

Auntie and I stared at each other blankly. “Ok, so what kind do we wear?” I braced myself for her response.

“Auntie wears tiny half underwear, it’s not whole underwear. Mommy your underwear is kinda half and your bra’s are really big and Auntie’s are flat.” I can just picture her walking into Victoria’s Secret and giving these descriptions to the saleslady. I guess in theory, she’s not really that far off. Considering her Auntie, my sister is a former swimsuit model, her underwear is pretty frickin’ half if you ask me.

Remember this all stemmed from a discussion little HB had with a girlfriend in the yogurt shop. Boys, bras and panties. Next thing you know she will want a Justin Bieber poster above her bed.  As soon as she turns 12 I’m leaving town.


Do you get the whole Justin Bieber thing? I like the song Boyfriend, as long as I picture an actual adult Male singing it. But that’s as far as my Bieber fever goes. As always, comments warmly welcomed :)

Through the eyes of a neighbor’s child

12 Apr

We all have weaknesses and Frozen Yogurt with scrumptious toppings is mine. I frequent my local Yogurt shop at least 3 or 4 times a week. The other day I went with my neighborhood Mom buddy, JL and her 5 year old daughter to grab some Froyo after school. We all got our self-serve cups, chose our flavors and proceeded to the toppings line and then to check out. As I approached the register, I caught my friend’s daughter staring at my cup wide eyed in awe.  She immediately runs over to HB and says, “You’ve got to see this, look at what your Mom got!” HB looks at my cup overflowing with Non-fat yogurt covered with full fat toppings and replies, “Oh, she always gets that much, she always does that.” nodding as if it is common knowledge that her Mama has a Peanut Butter Yogurt with Reese’s peanut butter cups on top hoarding situation.  As I began to wonder if maybe, just maybe I had a portion control problem, the lady behind the counter said, “Mam, you forgot your lid.” Ummm, I was planning on eating it all here, right now, in the next five minutes actually. Sometimes it takes the innocence of a child to realize you have a problem and now I know I really have one. My name is Leslie and I am a Froyo Life addict.  If anyone else feels they have the same issue feel free to contact me and we can meet at 241 South Beverly Drive.


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