My Name Is Slim...

I'm seriously considering changing the name of this blog. To  'superskinny'. Or maybe 'wispofawoman'.  I've also considered 'superfit',  'ieatcrunchylettuce', and 'scrawnychicken.'

Why? you ask? in your shrill voiced,  frightened way... *SIGH*   Leettle grasshoppah, come hee-uhre. I shall enlighten you. It is after all one of my favorite jobs, enlightening the world with my brilliant flashes of insight.

 I've come to the realization that by referring to myself as 'reasonablychubby' I'm doomed  to suffer with  perpetual plumpness. Yes, it's a cute name. Adorable if you ask me. ReasonablyChubby...  it rolls off the lips, and makes me want to eat a whole stick of butter.  BUT....  I'm reinforcing an image of rotund roundness in moo-wah's mind.   (I realize 'suffer' is a relative term. If one considers eating cheesecake 'suffering' then so be it. And sometimes I suffer and take midday naps. When I could potentially be outside sweating in 100 degree weather burning additional calories.)

So, you see? If I refer to myself as the self-disciplined, tiny boned woman that I really am, ( *see above picture*  )  I IMMEDIATELY get a craving for broccoli and sparkling water straight  from the tap.  Or, 'agua' as I like to call it.

Yes, that's another benefit.  Thinking of myself as the tall, world traveling, you can't see me when I step behind that stop sign, my gawd her cheeks are sunken that woman must never eat supermodel that I am, I immediately gain the ability to speak fluent Spanish. Taco, burrito, quesadilla, fajita, salsa, cheeps with lots of salt, queso, rice and beans...

Adios amigos!

The New Love Of My Life

I don't know how I forgot to include this in my anniversary pictures...this piece of manna- from- heaven, melt- in- your- mouth, I-can die-now, hallelujah-and-amen piece of  Wonderfulness. It's called Banana Foster's Cheesecake.

 And it was almost the highlight of our trip to New Orleans. I kid you not.  We still  haven't fully emerged from the sugar buzz it created. Mr. Wonderful and I have been staring at each other with glazed eyes and loopy grins for two days now.

 Yeah, yeah, I know. You're thinking, "well that's somehow not surprising coming from a fatty-potatty like yourself."
I hear your jealousy. I understand.
But seriously. I miss it already.

Hey, by the way, did you see I now have 54 FOLLOWERS!!! whoo-hoo! I'm on my way to nekkidness in Rome...I'm going to go scream  into my pillow.

Today Is Our One Year Anniversary!

For our one year anniversary we went to New Orleans...

And stayed in a lovely bed and breakfast! All planned by my very own Mr. Wonderful.

Mr. Wonderful, posing...Wendell needs his smoking jacket and pipe.

Welcome to the parlor... Care for tea dahling?

And here we have the bathing situation. Um, dahling, precious, pumpkin-pie....  where's the shower???

It's been a wonderful year! Happy Anniversary to my sweetie!

No Wonder I Can't Remember Anything

I've been doing this all week. As in, Every Single Day. My brain is now officially fried from the sand,  surf and sun and I'm loving every minute of it.

And here's the ridiculous part. Although I'm wearing a bathing suit EVERY SINGLE DAY I eat what I want, when I want. Because for some reason after being at the beach all day I feel as if I've run a marathon or two.

I literally have tricked myself into thinking I'm exercising. When in reality, I'm  laying there.

 Anytime I get hot and sweaty I think I'm exercising. It makes perfect sense. It's honestly the best exercise program I've ever put myself on. You should try it sometime.

You can thank me later...after you've lost your tan and have to face your white dimpled thighs, twenty pounds heavier in some cruel flourescent-lit dressing room.

 Until then, enjoy!