So yeah. Last we spoke I was off to watch the Globes. I watched and enjoyed and the next morning I woke up and was down a pound for the week. Great right? Well since then, not so great.
Well some things are great, but the food/exercise situation is definitely not great. AGAIN. Why do I keep doing this? I'm up three pounds this week. Suck.
Blah blah blah excuses blah blah blah. I haven't been reading your blogs because I'm ashamed to read about how well people are doing. Why don't I have the January mojo?
Without going too much into what I do for a living, I had to work the Sundance Film Festival this weekend. It was fabulous and glamorous and one of the best experiences of my career so far. Bonus, I got to see a TON of celebrities walking around the little town of Park City. This is new for me because what we did at Sundance was a new venture for my firm, and it was seriously a dream come true. As I've said before, I am a total celebrity news whore. I loved it. Every minute of it.
Seeing celebrities in person, I noticed a couple of things.
1. They are tiny. I mean teeny tiny in an unnatural sort of way. Not all of them of course, but many. Teri Hatch3r, I'm talking to you. So skinny. And not in a good way. I mean I know this is the ideal, the absolute epitome of beauty in our culture, but when your skin is hanging off of your face because there's no fat underneath, there's a problem. Seriously.
2. They are plastic. Again, not all of them, but you can see it when you get up close. Eye lifts and chin implants and boob jobs, oh my. Sick. Again: seriously.
So yeah, I know, big revelations right? I should write US Weekly and let them know. I'm sure they'd be thrilled.
As much as I don't want to be that skinny though, dammit I need to be skinnier. So I'm going to try again tomorrow.