pretty in RED

OK so realistically, I know I’m not fat. But at 5 foot 3, 163 pounds (the heaviest I have ever been mind you) I sure feel like I am. People tell me all the time, “What are you talking about?” “You look great!” “You’re not fat, so stop saying that you are”. I would like to tell all of these people that they are full of shit.
My love of food, my friends’ love of food, and the use of food as socializing has brought me here, to a life with a muffin top, and love handles that provide almost too much cushion for the push’n. Every summer, I follow the same routine to battle the love handles, and every year I succeed… for about 3 months, until my love for food wins over, and with my 21st birthday this fall, my love for tequila, beer, rum, and recently wine. Every year I follow the mantra “Don’t let another summer go by” and last year, I almost succeeded - Until I fell head over heels in love. Now nine months into the relationship and 13 pounds later, I want to re-loose all of the weight that I have gained, and get back on track to heading towards my goal weight of 140.
For all of you who are thinking “23 pounds, what is she complaining about? That’s not that bad! Trying having to loose 50 pounds, or even 100 pounds!” I would like to reiterate to them the fact that I LOVE food, I love my Wasted Wednesdays with the girls, and I HATE waking up early to go the gym.
So in order to lose this weight, I need to completely, and totally, 100% change my life style.
Oh and P.S. when ever I get hungry I get crabby. Like scary crabby, and its uncontrollable.
And one last thing, I leave for the Bahamas in 94 days. That’s basically 13 and ½ weeks. And my goal is to be down to a lean mean SEXY 145 pounds by then. So from today on, I need to lose almost a pound and half a week.
….God help us all.

pretty in RED is back! After a short... well two year long absence. Much has changed in my life since I started this blog, and I have tried to create many other blogs since then, but my heart truly belongs here.
I’m assuming the blog will have a little bit of a different tone, seeing as how I am now two years older, two years wiser, and twice as likely to forget to regularly post.
But honestly, it’s my blog and I can post when I want to.
If anyone does end up reading this, just know that I would like to apologize now for all the rants about my attempts at weight loss. But I need an outlet, and I figured “why not the internet, it’s what everyone else seems to do!”
To end this I would just like to say that, no I would not jump off a bridge if everyone else did.

After complaining about my lack of tan, an opportunity presented it’s self for me to go to the beach this past week. In the midst of laying in the sun, (with 30 SPF – no skin cancer for me), reading the latest issue of Marie Claire, and napping, I somehow found the time to people watch. Observing the enormous amounts of fellow beach goers I began placing people in categories. (Probably one of my favorite things to do- people watch). And yes, I guess that you could call this stereotyping,categorizing people, but since stereotyping has such a negative connotation associated with it, I would much rather state that the following are just some of my observations. Wondering what category you fall into? Read on to find out!

Angela’s Beach Goers Observations-

The Skanks- this category covers a broad range of people, (both male and female). This is for anyone who is sporting a bathing suit that is on the small side. This could be a tiny string bikini or a banana hammock. The person can be skinny and trying to look sexy, or big and trying to look beautiful. Either way, most people on the beach would rather the person cover up… no one needs to see that much.
The Soccer Moms- you’ve seen them coming down the beach, with their umbrellas, play pens, sand toys, strollers, coolers, tents, beach chairs, blankets, towels, sun block, and oh yeah any where from 1 to 100 screaming children. As they approach all one can do is pray that they don’t set up camp near you.
The Athletes- volleyball, wiffle ball, frisbee, football, bocci… these people are not at the beach to work on their tan.
Way To Old- as much as I love to give credit to the older generations for coming out and enjoying the sun and the surf, there just comes a time in every persons life when it’s ok to put away the bathing suit you wore when you were in high school.
Way To Tan- the people who look as if their skin is made out of leather. I don’t really know what to say about these people, because when I see them all I can do is stare and wonder if they have ever heard of sun block.
Big and Beautiful- the people who have more to love, and aren’t afraid to show it off. That takes confidence.
Sleepers- yes I tend to fall in this category, the people who travel hours just to lay on the sand and sleep. Occasionally waking up to switch sides.
I’m To Sexy- probably the most annoying people that can be found ocean side. The people who come to the beach with their hair perfect, all oiled up and patrol the beach like they own it. Most of the time these people are men sporting Oaklies or Aviator sunglasses.