Ever crave a 24-48 hour stomach bug to slim down fast? No? Yea, no me neither ... that's weird. No, but seriously.
It'd probably be a lot simpler than this BluePrint Cleanse I just started. I'm actually quite pleased that I'm commited to it, but I am choking down these bad boys for the sake of refreshing and crossing another thing off my "30 before 30". I'd be lying if I said that it's not also timed perfectly to my cousin's wedding and a dress I can zip up but not necessarily get down with my bad self in ... yet.
So while I'm trying to fit comfortably into a dress, I also tried to survive a Tuxedo this past weekend (knee slap; so punny). 
In another effort to refresh and kick off my favorite season, my hiking buddies and I took to our trails and had a seriously bad ass adventure. Off to Tuxedo, NY ... where, fun fact of the day, the Black Tie fashion's name was bestowed. We met first at Port Authority, also affectionately named, "Penn Station's drug addict cousin" ... and that's being nice. At an ungodly hour of 8:30 am I felt like I first needed a doctor's visit and some vaccinations to board the Short Line bus. We were dropped off 45 minutes away in Harriman State Park - idyllic, quiet, scary as shit. A lady rolled up to us in her Hyundai and cautioned that there had been a lot of bears in the area. She probably guessed we were hikers since we were, you know, in neon colors with no protective gear or overnight supplies. We trailed a group of men with backpacks and those serious hiking sticks while I listened in on a quick tutorial of how to handle a bear encounter. Keeping an eye on our surroundings and sounds of the area, we reached the peak of a long stretch of an uphill climb. The passerbys (friendly crew) said thank god we weren't a 72 year old, diabetic man. We laughed because that's weird and bears are scary. But then they told us about this guy, who had shot his daughter-in-law before fleeing into the very woods we were hiking. The police called off their search that a.m., and suddently we weren't afraid of bears anymore. We would spend much of the day discussing our favorite Berenstain Bears books (and how you should like them on Facebook for twice weekly entertaining posts), and writing our own scary movie script in which we starred, someone broke an ankle, a bear attacked, a crazy murderer shot him and helped us to safety, and two of the four of us survived. The boys tried to throw some topless scenes in, but it wasn't time for joking. Needless to say, we made it back safely in time for Bloomies Friends + Family and me to start starving myself. Bad ass. I know.
In another effort to refresh and kick off my favorite season, my hiking buddies and I took to our trails and had a seriously bad ass adventure. Off to Tuxedo, NY ... where, fun fact of the day, the Black Tie fashion's name was bestowed. We met first at Port Authority, also affectionately named, "Penn Station's drug addict cousin" ... and that's being nice. At an ungodly hour of 8:30 am I felt like I first needed a doctor's visit and some vaccinations to board the Short Line bus. We were dropped off 45 minutes away in Harriman State Park - idyllic, quiet, scary as shit. A lady rolled up to us in her Hyundai and cautioned that there had been a lot of bears in the area. She probably guessed we were hikers since we were, you know, in neon colors with no protective gear or overnight supplies. We trailed a group of men with backpacks and those serious hiking sticks while I listened in on a quick tutorial of how to handle a bear encounter. Keeping an eye on our surroundings and sounds of the area, we reached the peak of a long stretch of an uphill climb. The passerbys (friendly crew) said thank god we weren't a 72 year old, diabetic man. We laughed because that's weird and bears are scary. But then they told us about this guy, who had shot his daughter-in-law before fleeing into the very woods we were hiking. The police called off their search that a.m., and suddently we weren't afraid of bears anymore. We would spend much of the day discussing our favorite Berenstain Bears books (and how you should like them on Facebook for twice weekly entertaining posts), and writing our own scary movie script in which we starred, someone broke an ankle, a bear attacked, a crazy murderer shot him and helped us to safety, and two of the four of us survived. The boys tried to throw some topless scenes in, but it wasn't time for joking. Needless to say, we made it back safely in time for Bloomies Friends + Family and me to start starving myself. Bad ass. I know.
I have to say, with a new age and new season I feel really happy. A reenergized body, owning a wedding weekend in Kentucky and doing more things on that list (my days are numbered) is exactly what this girl needs. The stomach bug can wait until bikini season returns. Haha, I'm kidding. Yea, no I'm not.
-HMOH
