Goodies Galore

Learning to focus less on dieting and more on overall health and wellness

Celebrations and Lessons learned.

Hola!

The past two weeks have consisted of celebrating birthdays and going out on dates. What would you like to hear first, the fun or the embarrassing?

The Fun.

January is a busy month because I’m best friends with a lot of Capricorn women. (We are the best sign, after all) Last weekend I trekked to Long Island to party with my fabulous friend Amanda who turned 32. A bunch of her girlfriends came over  and we bonded over ridiculous life stories, fantastic food, and the game Things.

Happy birthday Poodle.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

**** Make note of the bread bowl to the right. I dominated that bad boy.

 

My great friend and roommate turned 29 last week. We raged it up at home with yet another spread, vino, and a vegan chocolate cake.

Melissa and Marisa = Great time

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My 31st birthday was on Thursday. I’ve been really busy lately and simply wanted to stay in to watch American Idol with my roommate. I know that sounds lame and I’m perfectly okay with that. I received many beautiful cards and gifts that touched my heart. I can’t believe an entire year has passed since my 30th birthday party. Last year brought about so many changes, most of which you guys know about. I can’t wait to find out what’s in store for this year.

Happy belated to my other Capricorn Sisters– Biff, Marisa, and my Mama.

The Embarrassing.

The world of online dating is a ridiculous place. Over the last two weeks, I’ve gone out with three different guys and each date has taught me an important lesson or two.

1. Don’t invest much time (pre-date) emailing/texting/chatting back and forth because that all goes to shit at first sight.  Verizon made a fortune from me this month.

2. If you arrive to a date early, head-in rather than wait in your parked car reading a book. You’re date might walk by, recognize you, then call you out fifteen minutes later when you eventually meander in.

3. Always look in the mirror before arriving to the destination or you risk finding a peppercorn wedged between your two front teeth at the end of the night.

 4. Never ever get drunk accidentally before a first date and show up to the restaurant ready to slow dance. It’s not charming.

5. Asking someone how many people they’ve slept within the first ten minutes of date is not appropriate or appreciated.

6.  Don’t ever count on your roommate to pick you up from a date. She might accidentally get drunk too, especially if you’re “pre-gaming” together.

7. If you think you scared the shit out of your date, you probably did. Call the next day to apologize.

8. As embarrassed as you might feel, these stories are like gold to friends. Family might be a little more concerned.

Never a dull day in this life of mine.

 

 

January 22, 2012 Posted by | dating, Family, Food, Friends, fun | 10 Comments

Weekend with Marzy

Morning! I was super excited to pick up my mom yesterday, though you wouldn’t know it since I was 30 minutes late to the train station. I snapped pictures of her like a creep as she crossed the street.

About to cross the street

Almost here

"Lin, stop it!"

 

We spent the afternoon acting as tourists, checking out local hot spots in Back Bay.  Check out this chick.

She’s completely painted in gold and stand like a statue. Pretty amazing stuff.

We walked around the Boston Public Library for a good hour or so. I’ve lived here for 5 or 6 years and have never done this, which is quite shameful because there were lots of hot guys in there studying. What’s a trip to the library without a photo shoot? Hopefully we weren’t too much of a distraction.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I tried to get my mom to straddle that lion. I'm pretty sure she contemplated it for about 20 seconds before she refused. Prude.

All the hot people were through those doors.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

After a bit of shopping and a lot more walking, (my mom is convinced we walked 15 miles and swears she has the callouses to prove it) we were starving and about ready to eat that human statue. We headed to Bella Luna,  a local hot spot in Jamaica Plain for an early dinner. And by early I mean 4:45.

Oh Mar.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

We ordered two small pizzas to share and devoured them.  The pizza on the bottom right was beyond amazing. Post dinner, we returned to my place to relax, chit chat, and crack each other up.

Off to Brunch!

Ricotta, spinach and carmelized onions.

Whole wheat crust, carmelized onion, sweetened cranberries and gorgonzola cheese. Hands down best pizza I've ever tasted.

 

January 8, 2012 Posted by | Boston, Family, Food, fun | 6 Comments

Weekend variety

Waking up without an alarm clock is probably one of the best things ever. There’s just something so liberating about opening my lids naturally. Oh sweet, sweet Saturday.

My ADD is off the hook this morning making it very difficult to start and complete this post. Please bear with me as things might get weird. (What’s new, right?)

Mr. Amos Lee has served as a serious distraction. Have you guys listened to his music?

Clearly I didn't take this picture.

Check out this youtube video and pretend that you’re slow dancing with your partner. Not that I’ve done that. Thank god for curtains.    There’s just something about a man and his guitar that melts my vageen heart. (I honestly can’t help myself.)  In my quest for fulfillment, I signed up for guitar lessons. They start on Tuesday so maybe I’ll try to learn this song.

Another ridiculous distraction is Facebook; the ultimate killer of brain cells. It’s just so damn fun.

What’s on the agenda this weekend??

My mama is visiting this weekend so we get to spend some QT together in Boston. Not sure what to do with the lady but it will likely involve shopping, eating, scoping out men, and things of that nature. She’s currently dating some douche named Butch (if that name isn’t a red flag I don’t know what is) but he’s not making the cut. I’m taking applications for eligible bachelors in the greater Boston area who dig hot moms.

She's ready to pounce

Speaking of dating, I’m joined the online dating world again and have something lined up for Sunday night.  Fingers crossed!!

Happy weekend, lovelies.

 

January 7, 2012 Posted by | dating, Family, Food, Friends, fun | 12 Comments

Enough already

You know it’s time to stop blogging about relationships when your inbox is filled with concerned emails from close friends and family. I’m fine everyone, I promise!! I’m great, actually.

Let’s talk about something near and dear to our hearts: FOOD!

I’ve accepted and moved on from the fact that I don’t fit into any of my clothes. It’s been fun boozing face and eating whatever the hell I want but it’s time to reign it in a bit. Plans/diets don’t typically work out for me but I have come up with a plan of sorts to get the scale moving downward.

Healthy eating starts at home (not to say the nearest Dunkin Donuts won’t call my name. God love me a jelly stick.) so I stocked up at Trader Joe’s.

Tofu, veggie meatballs, tempeh, soup, bars, peanut butter (back away from the pumpkin butter mother f-er), bananas, bunch of vegetables, oatmeal, sauce, and soy creamer. I’ve been big into the kale lately. Chomp chomp.

I joined a 10 pound challenge  at my gym. There doesn’t seem to be a prize (what’s a challenge without a prize?!?) so I’ll probably last about 2 days.

My roommate and I are signing up for a 20 mile race for some added motivation. It’s only 8 weeks away so we need to get our butts in gear asap. The thought of running 20 miles makes me gag but desperate times call for desperate measures. We’ve all been there.

I also plan to have lots and lots of sex as a form of exercise. Just kidding, I’m nearly a virgin at this point. (Again, we’ve all been there. Right? RIGHT?)

I’ll start weighing in again on the blog this weekend to keep me accountable. Don’t judge.

So there you have it my loves. 

 

January 5, 2012 Posted by | Family, Food, fun, goals, running, Uncategorized, Weigh In, Workout | 6 Comments

Little Black Dress or Holiday Uniform?

I once had a black dress that I wore to at least 7 weddings. (This should embarrass me but it doesn’t.) Despite wine stains and a broken strap that was held together by a paperclip, I continued to rock that little bitch. Friends would often comment,   “Oh, you’re wearing that dress again?”  or “Let me guess, you’re wearing the black dress”.  Eventually I took the hint and tossed it, never to be seen again.

Well guess what hookers, there’s a new black dress in town. I’ve owned it for two weeks and so far it’s made an appearance to 3 holiday gathering and believe me, there’s more to come.  (Again, this should embarrass me but it doesn’t.)

First Outing: Ladies night.

What up Kath!

My girl Marisa

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My roommate and I hosted a small gathering at our place with some fabulous ladies then headed to a local bar. I got dolled up with the intention of getting some ass  finding a suitable mate.  No mate was found but there was some baton twirling. Winning!

My roommate has many talents

Don’t ask.

Second Outing: Holiday Party. 

My friends Meg and Joe hosted this shindig the very night after our girls night. The dress already had toothpaste stains on it but that didn’t stop me.  I may not change my outfit but at least I brush my teeth. Once a slob, always a slob.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I found a suitable mate that night named  Cookie Tray. He never disappoints. TRUST ME.

 

Someone once told me that you can wear the same dress as many times as you want so long as you change your hairstyle. Done and Done.

Third Outing: New Years Eve.

My friends and I went to a Martin Sexton show in Vermont for New Years Eve. The uniform came along, toothpaste stains and all. This time I changed up my tights and my hair. Go me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

4 more parties and a black dress will be up for grabs. Let me know if you’re interested and maybe I’ll throw in the tights.

January 2, 2012 Posted by | Fashion, Food, Friends, fun, Uncategorized | 5 Comments

When all else fails, drink wine.

What’s up dolls.

Last night was the Boston Tree lighting. We all gathered at the Boston Common to watch the Rockettes, Siobhan Magnus (from American Idol), and my favorite NKOTB, Joey McIntyre perform.  I was expecting the Christmas Tree to be huge but it was kind of dinky. (TWSS.) Oh well ladies, we can’t win em all. 🙂

 

 

 

My roommate was there too but she was being camera-shy.

I tried to capture the fireworks display but the pictures are pretty pathetic. Are fireworks tough to photograph or is it just me?

How was everyone’s Thanksgiving? This was the first year in many that I didn’t spend Thanksgiving with Len and his family so it was a little weird. I stayed in Boston due to my work schedule but surrounded myself with good people. In the morning, my roommate and I volunteered handing out food to the homeless and elderly. It was nice but there were far too many volunteers so we did a lot of standing around. Many places we called to volunteer had waiting lists of people wanting to volunteer, which is amazing.

For Thanksgiving dinner, we went to our friends house and drank lots and lots of wine.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Ate some good grub.

My contribution looks a little weird: Quinoa, baked butternut squash and onion, agave, salt and pepper. Twas DELISH! (Though the boys at the table didn't think so.)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

That green stuff above just looks like smashed grasshopper (gag). I assure you it’s not; it’s just some good old-fashioned smashed peas.

Speaking of smashed…

 

Check, please!

 

Soooo happy it’s Friday. What’s on the agenda this weekend?  

 

 

 

December 2, 2011 Posted by | Food, Friends, fun | 2 Comments

Back to business

Good morning!! I’m back in Boston and feeling ready to face the week. My house smells amazing as I have a pot of bean soup simmering away. Yum!

The rest of my Vermont vacation was awesome. Friday night we took our friend Katelyn out to dinner for her 30th birthday.

That's my girl!

We went to an amazing new restaurant called The Wooden Spoon Bistro. For some reason, the burger kept calling my name so I went with it. PHENOM!  After dinner we went to see Bad Fish, a Sublime cover band. The crowd was fun– picture a bunch of white hippies dancing around with Redbull Vodkas in hand. I’m definitely guilty. Unfortunately I don’t have any crazy to stories to share as I was pretty well-behaved which is a total bummer.   I was hoping to provide you all with some x-rated entertainment. Perhaps another time.

My face looks like a bloated tick

Despite being hung over on Saturday, we dragged our asses out for a nature walk.

 

My heart felt sad seeing this cow since I likely ate his brother the night before.

We made sure to bundle up this time.

 

I love spending time with these two. Thanks for taking care of me this weekend, guys. Love you. I hope she doesn’t mind that I’m dry humping her hubby.

 

 

Biffy (real name Elizabeth) met our freshman year in college when she moved into my dorm. Our friendship was solidified when I asked her if she wanted to have a farting contest and without hesitation she said yes. Not sure who won but that’s neither here nor there.

After our walk, we proceeded to eat the store out of samples.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t mind if I do!

Okay folks, off to drag my bloated ass on a run. Happy Monday.

 

November 21, 2011 Posted by | Food, Friends, fun, Vermont | Leave a comment

Loooooong post so get comfortable.

Is it really Monday already? This is bull crap! The weekend was pretty good, however it was missing something… my sister.

Lisa and her hubby typically come to Boston for a visit this time of year but someone had to go make a baby and decide to move to Dallas. Again, bull crap.  I missed our shenanigans.

 

It’s a good thing my nephew is cute.

Anywho, let’s catch up some more, shall we?  Despite yesterdays post, you should know that I haven’t spent all my free time getting fat. Four weeks ago my roommate and I ran a marathon and yesterday we ran a half marathon.

(Stolen pic.)

The mother f-ing Marathon. 

Marathon morning started off beautifully.

We were eager to wake up and eat our standard pre-race breakfast of toast, peanut butter and banana. This meal never gets old. Of course coffee was involved to clear out the old pipes. The goal is always to avoid runners shits.

We snapped a few pics right before heading out.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

This joy didn’t last very long. Three words– Never, Ever, Again.

I knew what to expect because Len and I ran a marathon in 2008 but holy crap– it was brutal. I swear on everything holy, I was basically suicidal by the time I crossed the finish line. Melissa and I trained a decent amount and completed all of our long runs so the physical aspect wasn’t the problem. The mental aspect is what ruined me. Things were going smoothly until about mile 13 when I found myself engaging in serious negative self talk. Soon I began slowing down and was unable to keep up with Melissa. We separated at that point and I started to feel very defeated. That set the mood for the remainder of the race which quite frankly, sucked goat balls.  Even my favorite tunes couldn’t rescue me. Thanks for nothing Rihanna. It’s crazy how powerful the mind can be.

**In about a year or so, when I’ve long forgotten the pain and agony that 26.2 miles did on my mind and body, please please please stop me from signing up for a 3rd marathon.

Half Marathons are way cooler

Yesterdays half marathon was a much better experience. Melissa and I signed up for the Fattman Cup Chilly Half Marathon at the last-minute as a ‘why not’  type of thing. We ran it last year and enjoyed the experience. For some reason, we didn’t put much pressure or thought into this half and had a very nonchalant and relaxed approach to running. No pre-race jitters at the start or anything. Because I was in such a bad place mentally during the marathon, I knew things could only get better. And it did. Despite it being incredibly hill,  I kept a 9.35 pace (which is great for me) and finished in 2.05. The bad news is I shit myself. Kidding.

Happy Monday!

November 14, 2011 Posted by | Family, Food, fun, running, Uncategorized | 7 Comments

Thanks for pointing that out.

Well hello friends. I can’t stay consistent with this blog for the life of me. Do you miss seeing this gorgeous face?

Thought so. Anyways, lots and lots to catch up on so not sure where to start.

Lets start here–  I’m fat. No seriously. I’m fat. I’ve gained 10 pounds since March and 4 people (my clients) have made comments in the last 2 weeks about it at work. I love my clients and all but good god, they lack social etiquette. Comments include: ‘Damn girl, you’re really packing on the pounds!”, “You know you’re gaining weight, right?”, “You gained weight. What happened? You stopped working out?” Mother f-ers. Although it’s hard to hear such feedback, I know it’s true and can kind of laugh at it.  Kind of.

So why the hell have I gained 10 pounds….

Well, a couple of reasons: I’ve been eating like shit and too much of it (in binge form and otherwise.) My latest favorite is french fries.  Salty? Really, Lindsay!  Also, for the last few months I’ve been eating out a lot and drinking tons of awesome beers. No Coors light for this bitch. We’re talking Pumpkin beers up the ass, Oktoberfests, and many other seasonal favorites. I’m all beered out at this point.

Remember when I mentioned that I was hanging out with a new boy? Yeah that ended last week. Although I was super (like, ridiculously) attracted to him, our personalities were too different and I wasn’t able to see past it. Booooo. He sure was nice to look at, and snuggle with, and kiss…. but character is character and it’s pretty tough to change. It was fun while it lasted. Onto the next victim!

The good news is that now my beer consumption and nights eating out have decreased. Now I just have to put down the fries and whoopee pies.

Maybe tomorrow.

 

November 13, 2011 Posted by | dating, dogs, eating disorder, Food | 6 Comments

basking in the glory

After hours and hours of lounging on our couch yesterday, Melissa and I finally motivated to run around 3:30 p.m. We had one  last training run to hammer out. We couldn’t avoid it, it had to be done. We pumped ourselves up by taking stupid pictures and belting out some tunes.

Let me tell you something– 21 miles is a long ass run. It seemed as though we ran for 3 weeks straight. We started running during day light hours and by the time we finished it was dark. Because Boston is so small, we needed to run the entire Charles River and then weave in and out of the city streets to cover more miles. We had a bunch of interesting encounters along the way that kept our minds busy. (Some old perv asked if we were in a wet t-shirt contest because we were so sweaty. We kicked him in the balls and kept it moving.) We also ran through a parade which was cool for about 2 minutes. During the last mile, the sky opened up and dumped rain on us. It felt symbolic and made us laugh. We managed to stay positive despite aching knees and shoulders. Having big boobs is a disservice when running. Feels like cannon balls are hanging from my collar-bone.

Melissa and I were super proud of ourselves for tackling such a great distance. Finishing a run, be it 4 miles or 20, brings about a feeling of euphoria that cannot be matched. Unless you’re popping ecstasy pills.  Running is a self-esteem builder and a test of will. With that said, I’m happy that our long training runs are behind us. Only one run left before the big day. Sweet!

We celebrated with lots of beer, good company, and then an amazing lunch today at the Beehive. If you live in the area, please go there and gobble up the most amazing meal ever- the Mezze Platter.  You might just cream your pants. No joke.

Adios, loves.

 

 

October 2, 2011 Posted by | Food, Friends, fun, running | 4 Comments