Bad news. According to some article I read yesterday while sitting in Stats lecture, there is a severe cocoa shortage happening as we speak.

I am not really an economics/business minded person, so I can’t tell you why there is a shortage, but it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that there is. And I am scared. My life revolves around chocolate. I turn to my good friend Cocoa in times of happiness and times of extreme boy-related-depression. How can I go on without it?! 

- What will I nosh on late into the night when I am studying for finals?
- How will I be able to warm up without my hot cocoa after a long day of walking to class in these frigid Michigan winters?
- What will I eat to make myself feel better when my boyfriend and I get into a fight because I see him flirting with another (much skankier/worse dressing) girl at the bar?
- And, most importantly, what will I pour all over his body when he apologizes, telling me I’m the only one he wants/needs/could ever hope for, and we have mind blowing make-up sex? Read More »

Spring is here (sorta, at least). You know what that means: boxed wine on the porch, boys in khaki cargo shorts and blue button downs – mmmm – and, for me, an annual “It’s Almost Bathing Suit Season” freak out.

I didn’t even realize how close summer was until I woke up for my 9am class this morning and saw that it was already 55 degrees out. Clearly, I was excited at the prospect of leaving the house without Uggs for the first time in 5 months, but that soon passed as I realized my impending doom.

After returning from class I spent my three hour break (usually reserved for catching up on my TiVo) doing the following:

11:15 – 11:40: Stare at thunder thighs in mirror from all angles.
11:40 – 11:50: Cry.
11:50 – 12:06: Stare at beer belly from all angles.
12:06 – 12: 08: Cry.
12:08 – 12:14: Answer phone call from mom. Yell at her for genetically large thighs and belly.
12:14 – 12:25: Cry/Eat a cookie to feel better.
12:25 – 1:15: Play Britney Spears/Christina Aguilera/Awesome 80’s music and dance around my room to burn off the calories from that cookie.
1:15-1:16: Crunches (then my abs started burning, so I had to stop)
1:16 – 2:15: Concede defeat and watch American Idol on TiVo. Sidenote – Sanjaya makes me want to cry.

I eventually returned to class where I spent the duration making a list of all the people I have to call in order to prepare for the summer months; namely, Rosa, the lady who does all my “bathing suit waxing.” Winter is officially over. And, while I never thought I would say this, I am counting the days until it returns. Not because I love the cold and brown snow. More because I can bring back the oversized sweats and avoid the bi-monthly pain of Rosa’s artistry.

If your typical workout consists of about 30 minutes on the elliptical while also chatting on a cellphone, talking with friends, and reading the latest InTouch, you may want to pay attention…

“If you’re doing cardio workouts, it can take as long as 4 months before you begin to notice shapely muscle where a mound of fat used to be,” said Kara Gallagher, Ph.D, CEO of Mohr Results, a nutrition and fitness company based in Louisville, in a recent article for Prevention magazine.

“But lifting weights can cut that time in half.” Half the time to notice any type of results? I’d say that’s pretty significant. Speaking as a former cardio-holic myself, I have come to appreciate what a little bit of weight lifting can do for your figure.

I’m not suggesting you hit the bench press with the oddly tan and gross-looking body builders. But, venture over to the free weights area and pick up the lighter dumbbells and do some arm raises or bicep curls. Just try it, you’ll be glad later.

If you ever feel bloated, depressed or unhappy with your body while surfing the celeb sites or grazing the pages of the supermarket mags, Just remember:

Celebrities are people too.

Yes, real people who deal with the same problems as the rest of us… Right, Nicky?

Check out Nicky Hilton and these other “Cellulite Sporting Celebrities”.

The glamorous . Oh the flossy flossy.

This has been a rough, rough week. Lack of alcohol and sweet stuff (namely chocolate) has made me a miserable bitch. People have heard of my explosive mood swings and are steering clear of me at all costs. My one brave friend keeps urging me to just relax and have a beer, a candybar. But I won’t do it. I’ve come this far, 3 whole days under my belt and I’m not about to ruin the detoxification process. (Plus I’ve already lost like 2 lbs!).

I figure the worst of it’s over. Monday. Wow, that was brutal. My hang over was still lingering and all I wanted was a big fat cheeseburger and fries (uh, my mouth is watering). But instead I made myself eat “good” food (i.e. a turkey wrap, which totally didn’t cut it). Since then I’ve had a few headaches, now they’re subsiding.

Tuesday and Wednesday were tough because one of my roommate’s mothers was in town and she baked brownies and cookies for us. Do you have any idea how hard it is the resist a plate of freshly baked, chewy, delicious, warm chocolate chip cookies. I had to leave my house and calm the craving with a Cherry Coke Zero (thank the lord these were recenlty invented). Read More »

I’ll be honest. I drink 5 or more alcoholic beverages 3 to 4 nights a week. One might think I have a drinking problem, but I’d like to think it’s normal college behavior. Wouldn’t you? I mean, it’s my senior year. I don’t have class on Friday. I’m living it up. I should party every chance I get because, sadly my college career is coming to an end.

Okay so back to the point. My favorite jeans — the ones I love love love — have become quite snug. To the point where I just don’t think I should even try to wear them anymore. I don’t want to be one of those girls who can barely walk her jeans are so tight, nor do I want to sport a “muffin top.” So I’ve put them to rest … for the time being.

But what boggles my mind is that I haven’t been eating badly on a consistent basis. Come to think of it, I eat really well and I exercise like 5 days a week. So in an attempt to explain my weight gain, I started couting calories. Even beer, wine and mixed drink calories. Ya know what I learned? I’ve been sucking down between 2,000 and 3,000 liquid calories a week! Um, that’s disgusting.

I’m sorry to be the bearer of such terrible news. But it’s the truth. The thing is, I’m enjoying my social life and I think I’ll wait til I’m done with college to make any serious lifestyle changes. So I’m gonna keep on drinkin.’

This week marks the much anticipated spring season. With one crazy winter behind us, what better time to celebrate the return of green leaves, crisp air, outdoor barbeques, pool parties, and above all, a spring wardrobe, than with a little spring cleaning to rid us of our post-winter depression.

Take a look at that closet of yours. Entering your closet shouldn’t be a hellish nightmare of wrinkled shirts and pants, but if it is, put on some music, get pumped, and give yourself at least a couple hours of a good closet cleanse. Refold, re-hang, and re-think some of those style choices for an updated look.

For the frequent and obsessive shopper like me, my problem isn’t keeping the closet straightened; it’s finding a way to fit everything in! The more I shop, the more clothes I accumulate. The doors can barely close at this point, and I’m afraid that some day soon, the closet will overflow and they will find me suffocated in a pile of cottons, wools, and polyesters. Read More »

What is the deal with bar-linger-ers? You know who I am talking about- those inconsiderate jackasses that absolutely refuse to vacate the bar area once they’ve been served- leaving you with no other option but to hoover over the service bar, only to be growled at by the pissed-off waitress picking up her order. How long could it possibly take to get a f@*%ing drink?

I have absolutely no patience when it comes to my drinking time. Get the hell out of my way, I’ve got me some drinkin’ to do.

Fortunately for you and me, I came across some very useful tips @ wikihow.com - that are certain to make your drink ordering experience much more pleasureable. Take a look.

1 Get to the bar. In a heaving sweaty crowd that is three or four people deep, the critical thing is to seize any opening, no matter how small, and claim it as your own. It’s a three step procedure:

* Snake your hand through the heaving throng until it touches wood. Getting your hand on the bar top is like staking a flag in the ground. Once you’ve done it the territory is yours.
* Draw your body in at right angles to the bar, through any space that opens up.
* As soon as someone moves away, turn your body flush with the bar, with both hands planted on the woodwork. You are now in the pole position.

2 Get noticed. You need to catch the nearest barkeep’s eye as soon as possible. Use everything at your disposal to make an impression. Smile, look approachable and keep your impatience to yourself. It may also be possible to “catch the bartender’s eye” with money (see Tips). Follow the barkeep’s actions closely till you catch his eye.

3 Watch for the critical moment. After he has given change to the person he’s just served, the barkeep’s eyes will flick up briefly looking for the next customer. If he looks at you immediately start saying your order.

4 Make your move. Raise your hand, open your mouth slightly and lean forward a touch. The millisecond the barkeep glances at you, call out your order in a loud, clear voice. Say you’re ordering four drinks. Hold up four fingers or say “I’ll need four…” and then name them all.

5 Tip generously. If you are planning a whole night’s drinking, smart tipping will ensure prompt service on future orders.

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