Not much has changed.

I found this cleaning up my Facebook tonight, and I thought it was cute!  Me two and a half years ago.

Early Thanksgiving :)

by Jessica Mock on Saturday, October 17, 2009 at 11:06pm

I'M THANKFUL FOR:
A... ankle boots
B... Brody (on The Hills), being blonde, Baby Mama, bread, Barbie, bridesmaids
C... crazy relatives, chai lattes at Starbucks, couscous, cosmopolitans, Coraline
D... Dolce, Diet Coke, dark chocolate, DiorShow mascara, daddy
E... exercise, eating, Egyptian cotton, elliptical machines
F... fashion, facebook, my fiance, family
G... the gym, girls' nights, Gracie
H... How I Met Your Mother, The Hills, ho-hos
I... in-laws :)
J... Jared, Jordan, Janet, Joel, Juicy Couture
K... kissing, Kansas
L... love, Louis Vuitton (oh, I can dream!)
M... music, mom, make-up
N... netflix, Nordstrom
O... Oprah, oysters
P... presents, pictures, pink, pillows
Q... quiet
R... running, Red Bull
S... my sister, sushi, sewing machines
T... texting, trident
U... UPS, Uggs
V... vodka (for my cosmos), Victoria's Secret
W... wedding planning
X... xs (when I go to a store whose sizes are off and I get to buy something with a tag that says "xs")
Y... yogurt, youtube
Z... zig-zag stitches, zen

Career Barbie?

I might have just made a huge career move.  I'm shaking in my stilettos.  But more to come on that later.  I can't jump the gun.

Wish me luck, dolls.  I just need all (four) of you sweet followers to cross your fingers for me and pray I'm not making the wrong decision.

XOXO

Worth the ouch.

As I write this, I am shedding layers of skin like a snake.  I did a glycolic peel on myself a couple hours ago and am now feeling the effects of burning a layer of skin off with acid.  Why should my clients have all the fun?

It's my responsibility to look good.  My career would go nowhere if I didn't.  (At least that's what I tell my husband when he shakes his head at my list of clothing and beauty requirements.)

I guess I decided to punish myself with the most painful parts of my upkeep today, as a bikini wax touchup and a facial peel were in order.  Hey, go big or go home.  At least I am certified to do all these things myself.  So I don't have to pay someone to hurt me.

Speaking of pain, I've killed myself at the gym this week, and the scale showed it.  Two pounds down, nine to go.  My goal is always to do an hour of cardio by myself, but usually and shamefully, I hit snooze for half an hour before I even get out of bed.  (A strategy I read a couple days ago:  Put your alarm away from the bed, so you have to stand up and walk to shut it off.  I am definitely trying this next week.)  Therefore, I do half an hour on the elliptical machine on the Weight Loss setting, a series of intervals.  Then I do an hour long class, which varies depending on the day of the week and the gym schedule.  I'm in love with a class called Butts and Guts, and I've also been doing Step Aerobics, Body Pump, R.I.P.P.E.D., and anything else they offer at 8:30 in the morning.  I am going to attempt Spin next week, because that is the alternative to Zumba on Tuesdays, and I despise Zumba.  I also despise Spin.  Something about being on a crotch-sized seat for any extended amount of time with sweat pouring down my body and an instructor screaming at me the entire time to stand up, sit down, adjust my speed, adjust the pedaling difficulty, move my ass, just doesn't appeal to me.  Call me crazy.  Crazy calorie burning machine.

I get a break from all the ouch tomorrow, though, because my sister, my mother, and I will be wedding dress shopping.  Can I just tell you how insanely giddy this makes me?

Love you, dolls!  XOXO

Pathetic.

My sad little blog.  One of 2012's resolutions is to maintain it diligently.

So here goes:

An update on life, it seems, is in order.  I have joined the twitterverse, and I am obsessed.  You mean I don't have to see all the annoying status updates, self-taken photoshoots, and spam shares of obnoxious people I kind-of-sort-of know and don't really care too much for?  Facebook has gotten so tedious lately - I've been looking at it like I used to look at homework for a while now, and finally made up my mind last week that I would be using it primarily for business and designating Twitter as my fun social media site of choice.  Follow me @GABarbieDoll.  :)

I also found my real grownup job.  I am officially an esthetician at a precious little spa, and I love it.  The stylists I work with are funny and sweet (a rarity in this superficial field), and we are quickly growing out of our tiny shop because of our expanding clientele.  I couldn't have gotten luckier.  I get to make people beautiful all day!

Because of the craziness of the past couple months, the gym was placed on the back-burner (and woops, hello ten pounds of added curviness - thank you, holidays), but I am back at it with a vengeance.  My sister got engaged on Christmas, and as we flipped through my own wedding albums, I was reminded how amazingly, beautifully skinny I was on my big day.  And I vow to be that again.  I am fourteen pounds over what I was, but I'd be happy losing eleven.  With my career, the gym is a tax write-off.  (I'm pretty sure...still have to research that one, but I've been told anything appearance related is.)  Oh yeah!

Did I mention my sister got ENGAGED?!  And how much that makes my entire year?  I have another wedding to help plan, I get to throw the bridal shower and bachelorette party, and I will finally be a bridesmaid ("matron"-of honor?)!  Not to mention the dress shopping and the spreadsheets!  I am in heaven.

So, my resolutions are to lose weight (cliche), build a better clientele, take my vitamins, set more goals, expand my wardrobe with more classic quality pieces, own a pair of Christian Louboutins by the end of this year, and start a little savings account.  Wish me luck!

XOXO