This will be my last post about torturous, strenuous, max-my-muscles-out barre. Don’t worry though, I’ve done myself the horror of adding my name to the Strength and Sculpt class and you KNOW I’ll have something to say about that! This time, the class had a unique twist. My boyfriend came (aww), and it was our anniversary (aww!) and I bet you’re wondering why we exercised instead of drinking champagne and eating truffles (seriously, wtf). Never you worry, we had our celebration on the weekend which meant we had a perfectly good reason to exercise (damn.) Lucky us. He was a
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Week in Review #3
Another week has gone by leading to another recap! Here we go: I was definitely into the nails this week, having written two posts regarding nail polish. The latest has me going on about Deborah Lippmann’s “Hot Child in the City.” You can also see “Hot Child in the City” in another attempt at nail art. I was a wee bit embarrassed this week when people actually took a second look at my nails! I love to check out designer pieces even if they are no longer on trend. The Chloe Paraty Handbag is everything I want my fashion lifestyle
Barre Class, Part 4
I would like to go in depth again about how barre is one way to ruin your life and suck the energy out of you but the truth is… I actually really like barre now. I’ve made friends with the girl that somehow manages to exercise in a thong. (Warning, those white yoga pants are tight and people can tell what drawers you have on.) I don’t mind the lady that yells “Yeah, Woo!” in the middle of the most painful squats you will ever experience. And you know what? I don’t side eye that woman who insists on doing
Barre Class, Part 3
Before Barre class, I stressed. I stressed about the fact that I had three huuuuge zits on my face and wondered if I should wear concealer. I stressed that I had a stain on the workout shirt I had available to wear that night. I stressed about these things because it took my mind off the insanity of the upcoming barre class. *shudders* For the record, I didn’t wear concealer. What’s the point in making yourself look better when you’re going to leave the class looking like hell no matter what, amiright? And I figured the stain on my shirt
Let’s Chat!
Let’s sit down and have a chat. I feel like randomly updating everyone on things in my life because why not? It feels appropriate at the moment and we can all sit around and be friends. 🙂 First off, screw coding. I can’t do it and I have no interest in it. Totally went to Etsy and found someone to work with who will hopefully help me turn this website into something special. I have high hopes that it’ll get there in the end! Secondly, I went to my third Barre class, and I will most likely post a little
Barre Class, Part 2
I attended my second barre class, and I feel like the hellaciousness was reduced significantly from last week. Then again, the instructor had stated that last week was nearly impossible for even her and that maaaaybe modifications would be made so no one would die of over-exertion. True story. This was not easy but it was easier than last week. I was at least cognizant enough to notice this time that the room was full of mirrors so I could see how absolutely freaking ridiculous I looked. When things got tough, I started laughing hysterically. I don’t know if it
I Joined a Barre Class
My life has had a revolution. I joined a Barre class. Like I’m doing something healthy on purpose. I’m pretty sure aliens have hijacked my body and are now submitting me to torturous experiments just for funsies. Either that or my cousin successfully conned me into an exercise class for the second time. She has mind powers. She must be an alien. “It’s totally easy! Like sneaky easy! You’ll think you can totally do everything but when you leave you can tell your muscles are sore!” Pardon my French, but that $hit was in no way shape or form “Easy”. It was an hour long