True Life: I'm Addicted to Starbucks

Sunday morning, I roll out of bed, the time is 9:50. I grab my backpack and walk out of the door by 9:53. Where am I headed? To get my daily caffeine fix at Starbucks – a glorified crack house.

While in line I groggily rub the crusties from my sleepy eyes and tell the familiar face behind the counter my order even though they already know what I am going to get. Venti Espresso Frappicuino Light is my beverage of choice. I used to buy the Coffee Frappicuino Light, but with age you graduate from coffee to espresso to cope with life and its exponentially increasing difficulties.

You may think a frappicuino, or any other fancy caffeinated beverage is a total diet faux pas, but by customizing your drink with skim or soy milk you save a load of calories. Also by skipping the whipped cream topping you save around 100-200 calories and a whopping 11 grams of fat!

Starbucks is my daily “guilty pleasure” if you can even call it that (my Venti Frap. Has only 170 calories with no fat)! It’s my sweet treat for the day, and it gives me the surge of energy I need to power through the stressful day of a New Yorker…. I’m a Venti Espresso Frappicuino Light. What are you?

XoXo-ALimardi

The Evolution of the Couch Potato

The Evolution of the Couch Potato

Back in the day when man still communicated through a series of grunts, and gestures the name of the game was “Survival of the Fittest”:

Name: ARRRG

Occupation: Hunter Gatherer

Aspiration: Survive

A normal day consisted of running from predators, hunting for food, and finding refuge. Our trouble began the instant the neanderthalic man realized he could use tools (i.e the wheel) to make his life a little easier. Fast forward a few million years and look what happened; we have a generation full of couch potatoes using modern amenities to be lazy.

 Evolution got us to this point; I think it’s time for a revolution… The Revolution of the “Treadmill Tomato!”

XoXo-Amanda Limardi

Can I get an "A"-men?!

Let’s play a game called Word Association. I’ll give you a word, phrase, or name, and it is your job to shout out what immediately comes to your mind.  Ready?

Two words: Pamela Anderson (GO)

If you said boobs then Congratulations, you’ve won!

Pamela has quite the rack; God bless her. I mean those ever-so-slow Baywatch running scenes…can you say ouch?

Titties, knockers, “The Girls”, boobies, hooters, melons; the list goes on. Breasts: some women have them, and some will to pay top dollar to get them. For all my fellow ladies in the Itty, Bitty, Titty, Committee It’s time to stop hating our “Petite Pals” for what they aren’t, and love them for what they are!

Cosmo Magazine came out with an article entitled The A-Cup Revolution, and they provided a few reasons why our A’s rock.

1)   Our small breasts allow for a greater sense of pleasure because there is not much fat tissue to wade through in order to stimulate the glandular tissue.

2)   During “self-inspections” a lump is easier to detect

3)   There is less strain to the neck and back

4)   Gravity is no match for our “Little Ladies”, unlike their buxom counterparts

I took it upon myself to compile my own list of why I think my non-existent boobs are awesome:

1)   I can leave the house braless, without receiving discerning looks from passers-by

2)   I don’t have to worry about looking trashy with over exposed cleavage

3)   Most importantly my boobs don’t hinder my comfort while working out

With this all said tell me a few reasons you think your small breasts are great!

That’s all for now.

XoXo-ALimardi