My REAL Fitness Pal

bestiesI’m trying it again. If you recall, I think My Fitness Pal is a jerk. But, as I mentioned earlier in this week, I’m on a Data Diet. And because I can’t fork up the big bucks for a personal trainer or a personalized diet and fitness coach yet, I’m gonna give this asshole app another try. But this time, I’ve enlisted help from a friend.

My friend let me stay with him for Comic Con and we were lucky enough to get to hang out almost all weekend. And he got to meet Data, too. And he was as inspired to get into shape as I am. So we talked about it and decided we’d get each other’s backs and do this dumb Fitness Pal thing again.

So I made him my friend on there (the only one I have because I don’t like sharing all my information with everyone- contrary to the impression this website may give…). I can see how he’s doing and he can see how I’m doing. And because I don’t see him every day and only chat with him periodically, it could be perfect. I’m gonna assume he’s working hard at his diet and exercise and he’ll assume the same for me. And we can check in with each other’s progress on the app. And provide moral support when needed. And not let each other get away with excuses.

At least that’s the hope. We’ll see how it goes…

 

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Lucky Lady

The end of the year is always a good time for reminiscing. And I want to take a moment to reminisce about how lucky I am to have the friends I do in my world.

For the past year, I’ve been better about keeping a journal more than I ever have in my life. It chronicles the day’s adventures. It chronicles my career progression. But it also chronicles the friends I’m lucky enough to have in my circles. And damn. They are some kick ass friends.

I’m not a native of Los Angeles, so my friends out here are my chosen family. And I gotta say- I’m lucky to have chosen and be chosen by them. I get to hang with some of the funniest, most supportive, nicest, and most entertaining and interesting people in the universe. I am constantly in awe of how lucky I am.

And outside of LA, I have a beautiful network of people who are extremely supportive and loving and hilarious and inspirational and interesting. And I’m so grateful. Like, so so so grateful.

How lucky can one girl get, really?

It’s funny. When I first starting pursuing my career goals hard after college, a part of me started seeing some of my peers ascending and progressing much faster than me to national and international stages. And I was happy for them. But there was this part of me that was frustrated and jealous every time they achieved and I didn’t.

I don’t know if its perspective or age or maturity or what… but I can honestly say that’s no longer the case. Now, I’m so proud of and excited for all my friends that when someone does something spectacular- I’m almost more excited than they are for it. It feels like such a better headspace to be in, too. It’s more natural and creates more enthusiasm and light for everyone.

My one friend has a web series that is being featured all over with hundreds of thousands of views. He is killing it. And I couldn’t be more proud.

Another friend is in a major holiday production at a theater in town. She’s hilarious and will annihilate the role and hopefully get huge gigs out of it. Because she absolutely deserves it. And I couldn’t be more proud.

Another friend of mine has a series on Comedy Central she wrote for premiering. WHAT? That’s so freaking awesome. I’m so excited for her.

One of my friends has become a legitimate rockstar. I was there for his solo piano shows in coffee shops just before he formed this band. Now I hear him on the radio, in Trader Joes and at the gym. He opened for a huge rockstar last summer. Because he’s a rockstar himself. And if you know me, you know I still freak out and giggle profusely every time I hear his song.

Have I mentioned I’m so freaking proud of these people? And these are just a few. The list goes on and one and on.

All of these are a reminder that dreams come true.

And that a rising tide raises all ships.

So if you’re reading this and you’re working hard to accomplish your dream, I’m so freakin proud of you. And if you’re one of the people I’m lucky enough to have in my inner circle and consider a friend, please know that I am so grateful to have to you around.

Like, fo realz.

 

 

 

Parking Attendant Bestie

I’ve learned to be careful what you wish for.

I said not long ago when I was talking about my new gym that one of my goals was to make best friends with the morning parking attendant.

Here’s the update.

The original guy who was the attendant and I never really became besties. But he left and was replaced by the friendliest parking guy in the world.

I think I may be one of the few people who actually acknowledges him in the morning. And as a result, I’m clearly one of his favroites. From the moment I get there and choose a parking space, he’s right next to me. He helps me park, says “Good moring hawnee” and walks with me to the staircase that leads to the gym. The other day, he gave me “pie fine” which I learned from his outstretched hand meant “Hi-Five.”

Last week, he walked me all the way to my car and opened the door for me. Every day I see him he always says “See you tomorrow, hawnee.” Because of my schedule, I don’t always make it to the gym daily. He doesn’t care. He says it every time I see him. Even Fridays. And he doesn’t work Saturdays.

It’s only a matter of time before this turns to hugging.

And as much as I’m glad to have a friendly face in the morning… it’s a little much for my sleepy, tired, sweaty self.

But…it’s not his fault. I asked for it. And the universe provides what you ask it for. Even when the results aren’t exactly what you expected.