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Breaking All My Own Rules

Remember how I said I was going off the carbs this week in preparation for my ball tomorrow?

Yeah, well…

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Operation Leave No Carb Behind started with whole wheat pasta with chicken and vegetables for lunch yesterday.

And continued at Frankies Sputino 17 Clinton Street (yes, apparently that’s the whole name.) I’d had plans last night to drop in for a networking happy hour kinda thing and then have a quiet night at home with Bailey, but when my friend Shelley texted me that she was in town from L.A., I immediately canceled all plans to hang out with her. She is absolutely one of my favorite people in the world, and she now lives 3,000 miles away from me. Like Laney said, always suck it up–you never know what will happen if you don’t go out.

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I mean, I would have missed out on this antipasto.

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This arugula and mozzarella salad. (It tasted way better than it looks, promise.)

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These shredded Brussels sprouts. (When did I become obsessed with Brussels?)

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The world’s darkest dish of bolognese. (Shelley and I split this, the salad and the B. sprouts.)

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And a super-fun night with one of my favorite people in the world. Laughing about college memories. Finishing each others’ sentences with the crazy stories of our misspent youth.

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(Yes, that is a styrofoam head.)
So, yes, I broke my own rules. Dairy, refined carbs, alcohol. But I had fun, and I’m still going to look pretty damn good in that dress tomorrow, refined carbs be damned.

Unrelated question–what should I do with my hair???

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This is what I did last year (it’s just sort of a fancy half-up), and I liked it, but I think my hair’s too long for that now. I want to do something more exciting than a blow-out, because my hair’s naturally straight anyway. My hair doesn’t hold a curl well, and I don’t like how my face looks with all of my hair up.

Any ideas?

Edited to add: the dress is strapless again, and pretty plain, save for some ruching on the chest. I’ll be wearing the same necklace I was in this pic.

It’s a Lifestyle

As I grabbed my gym clothes at lunch today and walked to the gym, I smiled to myself.

I remembered about a year and a half ago, as it got closer to my friend’s wedding in Aruba, my big goal, working out at lunch a lot, a habit I had previously thought was reserved for the crazies. I told MaryBeth that I wasn’t going to be “that girl,” that I was only working out at lunch because her wedding was coming up and I wanted to meet my goal.

Well, I am that girl. Her wedding’s come and gone, and I still work out at lunch sometimes, especially on days when I have Junior League meetings.

I still struggle with feelings of legitimacy sometimes when I work out–I still feel like the overweight girl who’s working out because she has to rather than the runner I am. Rather than the fit girl that I am.

But realizing that I consciously choose to work out at lunch some days rather than grabbing lunch with my coworkers and that I choose oatmeal over a bagel (even though I still crave bagels every.single.day.) means that it’s a lifestyle. I do it because I want to, not because I have to. I like feeling on top of the life game, rather than dragging through it.

Oh yeah, and running the last .25 miles of my workout at lunch today at a 7:47 pace makes me feel pretty legit, too.

Today’s workout (with 0.5 mile warmup/cooldowns @ 10:00 pace):

  • 1 mile: 8:30 pace
  • .75 miles: 8:25 pace
  • .5 miles: 8:20
  • .15 miles: 8:00 pace
  • .10 miles: 7:47 pace <—- YEAH, THAT’S RIGHT.

So, I definitely got some Pump with a gift certificate afterwards.

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Are you running the NYC Half, too? Erica is trying to organize a brunch afterward. RSVP here if you’re interested.