May 6, 2008
Ten-Word Tuesday.
Bossy thoroughly enjoyed how entertaining her readers reader was last week when the question limited the response to ten words. And because Bossy is nothing if not shamelessly repetitive, she wants to offer another ten-word challenge:
Today Bossy is thinking about summer, which begins in one thousand hours. In exactly ten words, can you please share with Bossy what you are doing to prepare for bathing suit season?
Hopefully it’s not something contained within Bossy’s Dr. Seuss Weight-loss Poem.
Simple! Upping the guilt with each delicious bite I take!
I was having such a good morning until you uttered the words “bathing suit season”.
Killjoy.
Going on the elliptical machine every morning. At 5 am.
Sculpting my man bush to look like the letter A.
Climbing the stair climber and going to pilates. Bikini wax.
Not one single thing. Except, I will shave my legs.
Trying to keep weight lost recently
from repadding my ass.
Sandi Stole My Answer, but I’m still not doing anything.
I am going to buy myself a bigger swim suit
No high fructose corn syrup. No Transfat. Got a pedometer.
Put on suit. Don’t look down. Bring beer to beach.
stand up straight and love the skin I am in.
Shopping for long wrap skirt to glue around hip area.
Summer’s here? Move hemispheres. It’s winter somewhere. Need more time.
Hoping I’m not painting. VOTING until the 13th.
HE’S 4TH.
Shaving and waxing the nether regions for the Banana hammock.
Enough with that bitch already I dont have bail money.
Thank God I know how to rock a fucking caftcan.
trying to find the cutest suit and cover-up ever made!
I exercise in futility and follow the Couch Potato Regimen.
running, cake, running, pie, running, pasta, running, bread, running, chocolate.
You’re young, you care. I’m older and could care less!
I really don’t remember you taking that picture of me………
Nothing grosser than wet swimsuits.
Therefore, I wear zoot suits.
Who said anything about wearing a swim suit? Not me!
Doubling up on my ice cream sundaes for lunch, silly.
Cakes not eating. Pizza begone. Treadmill intimately known and hated.
Spray on fake tan makes fat areas much better, yo.
Nothing different, but nothing’s what I wear at the beach.
BodyPump, cardio, counting calories, stuffing face (oh, wait, that’s counterproductive…)
Eating lots of Peppermint Patties and Reese’s Peanut Butter Cups.
Growing a baby totally covers oreos and ice-cream.
Working out, looking at bathing suits, tearfully not buying them.
Breastfeeding. Damnit, I can’t diet. I hate exercise. Oh well.
Hoping rogue komodo lizards don’t attack my gross white feet.
Not!
I’m not eating cheese. Except when no one is looking.
Same as “hulagirlatheart” only without the running, and add donuts!
Drinking smoothies for breakfast/lunch plus walking/running; no booze.
ever heard of a burka? sunscreen/flab-coverer in one!
Practicing Survival Swimming skill number 3: Swimming while fully clothed.
No swim suit for me. hiking clothes cover everything up.
Training for triathlon. Trying to avoid chocolate muffins on desk!
Sprints. Drinking water. Protein. Less booze. Thanking God if you don’t look like the picture you’ve provided.
No cake, no cookies, no pie, more gym, no like
Oh wait…10 words only. Must read directions more carefully. Sorry.
Shaving legs. Painting toenails. Buying a cover-up. Loving myself.
Loads of critical self-judgment over the shape of body.
Hoping that thinking about exercise will work. No? Oh well!
growing my pregnant belly and avoiding swimsuits at all costs
wondering where bossy got my pic for this blog post?
(lol)
Beach Tip: Sit Near Pale, Heavier People With Good Music
absolutely, positively, certainly, thoroughly, not doing a damn thing! l’chaim!
pilates, starving, pilates, step class, starving, yoga…did i mention starving?
Teaching my son to love people regardless of their size.
(children ARE the future! Change starts at home! Exclamation point!)
Investing in silver duct tape. Applying liberally to jiggly areas.
Smearing L’Oreal Sunless Sublime Glow Moisturizer on my white legs.
Absolutely nothing, unless you count “eating cardboard pizza for dinner.”
I’m pregnant. I’ll flaunt my belly.
Unlimited tanning package walking round and round the track…whatever.
Avoided suit all last summer, going for second year run running.
Telling everyone I know about my recently diagnosed sun allergy.
Run screaming in the opposite direction of the freaking beach!
Sitting in the sun until I no longer burn for vacation.
Eliminate stress that makes me want to eat junk food.
Searching still for MAGIC to best remove bikini line hair.
Running for the hills, screaming screaming screaming screaming screaming screaming!
NO swimsuit for this body … not even shaving my legs!
Squeezing my fat butt into a swimsuit for pool play.
Bathing Suit Season Is Abolished In The World Of AJ
Tequila
Gran Marnier
Chambord
Lime Juice
Frozen Rasberries
Ice
Blended
Hoping only blind people will be at the beach, amen.
(P.S. I fixed my link for you, and I’m off now to check out your ad for Asian Girls for Love & Marriage… or not)
I bought a bottle of Sunless Tan Lotion.
Avoid situations that require me having to wear a swimsuit!
Denial. Denial. Denial. Denial. Denial. Denial. Denial. Denial. Denial. Denial.
What’s a bathing suit????
I am doing nothing but shaving and eating chocolate.
Diet, walk, diet, walk, diet, walk, diet, walk, ice cream!
Training for a marathon, holy shit.
Eating as much chocolate as possible and then entering denial.
Buying a good cover up to go over my swimsuit.
chasing toddler- Put down the razorblades/ glassshards/ toxicmold/ calfnuts/ BushCheneybumpersticker!
Severe Hyperemesis Gravidum = Morning Sickness ‘roid rage. The pregnancy diet.
Shaving my legs all the way up. Under my burka.
Swimming, Stationary Biking, and Protein Shakes – when I’m not napping.
Bossy
how dare you post my picture on your blog!
Swim suit on this flab? Hells no. Hells no. NO.
Running, weights, no snacks, no nighttime munchies – wine to sooth.
Avoid the beach and pools.
Like I do every year.
Reading Helmstetter’s “What to Say When You Talk to Yourself.”
Hoping beach turtleneck covers loose neck skin and arm flab.
Trying to avoid murdering my twins. Plus drinking vodka. Alot.
Having my doctor up the dosage on my happy meds.
Just….stop…eating. There that’s three.
Remembering my bewilderment upon seeing my likeness on Bossy’s blog.
Being glad the pool is in my own backyard.
Loving my authentic self.
That’s crap.
Hiding from florescent lights.
Maria
Wish for the days of bathing costumes and bathing machines.
Whaa? I live in Seattle — no swimsuit season here, thankfully.
don’t do bathing suits, but getting first pedicure this week!
Much fat worries. Sucking it in and sucking it up.
Avon walk for breast cancer in honor of my friend.
*40 miles in 2 days. It motivates me to exercise!
Awesome sunglasses and red toenails to detract from the midriff.
not shopping for swimsuit. why do that to myself yet?
Preparation for bathing suit season: buy a long lens camera
Bought surf trunks, super cute, cover ’sins’ below the waist.
looking for a tankini with shorts
guess I should shave.
drinking coffee: it makes me poop, and decreases my appetite.
South Beach Diet: Don’t really like bread or rice anyway.
Seattle sounds like a destination. Wanna come Heather?
run.walk.deny.pray.rend garments.shop.self-loathe.shave.
Drive 100 miles to find a bathing suit that fits.
BTW Bossy, How did you get that picture of me!
Do-it-myself Hoover liposuction, or just saying I’m pregnant.
Thinking about doing some press-ups, but the guns are rusty.
Eating with wreckless abandon since I don’t love the sun.
Hide bathing suit so I don’t have to wear it!
coffee cake, cookies, cupcakes
purchasing a tent sized bathing suit
In Washington, Winter won’t end. Buying Nair. Dreaming of sun.
Wiring my jaw shut, drinking chocolate shakes through a straw.
Cry rivers of tears about ass to lose water weight.
Visualize myself as a Victoria’s Secret model, then laugh hysterically.
Everything comes in 100 calorie packs! And lots of walking.
Procrastinating doing anything. My suit will never fit anyway. BLAH!
Perusing the LandsEnd catalog for bigger suits with more coverage.
Is this something I have to remove my shirt for?
Buying daughter rockin’ suit–all eyes will be on her!
Using a sharp stick to blind all who come near
I am drinking lots more water.
Running my ass off and praying for a smaller butt.
Breastfeeding a baby with food allergies, need I say more?
Live in Alaska: Swimming requires survival suit, ends in hypothermia.
Grinning and baring it anyway. Life is too short to hide.
Doesn’t Lands End have a swimsuit equipped with cloaking device?
Buying one size larger makes your ass look smaller, right?
Tacos. Some drinks. Sunblock. Maybe a hat. And grinning widely.
bought a great maternity suit, for once not sucking in
helmet, gloves, lycra shorts….pedal, pedal, pedal…butt still sore
Throwing out my bathing suits so I can stay home.
Cold Fruit. Crisp Veggies. Tasty Sashimi. Downward Dog. Light Beer.
No sugar or white flour! Three big weekly workouts at Curves!
I’ve lost 55 lbs. since December.
)
Drinking massive amounts of dr. pepper. Screw swimsuits.
beer…chips…belly… shit!… gym…veggies…water…hungry…acceptance…beer
http://meandyouandellie.blogspot.com
shave legs and pits. spf lotion. put on swimsuit. done.
I am going to have another cold Corona with lime.
No eating after dinner plus raucous sex plus step aerobics.
(Not necessarily in that order.)
Emphasize the twins while attempting to hide my enormous ass.
I’m moving to a bigger house without a swimming pool.
Run hills, reverse lunges, core work, fish oil, year ’round.
Take a bath in self tanner. Invest in cover ups.
Proactively sunburning by leaving the microwave door open while cooking.
Running feverishly from a gargantuan Great Dane and crystal meth?
Working out, eating less, laying out a little (boring, right?).
Wow – that picture of me is a wake up call.
Swimsuit shopping, depression, drowning my cellulite sorrows in margaritas
Nobody wants to see me in a two piece suit.
Using the melanoma excuse – sun is bad, shade is good!
I am not going anywhere near any type of water. *9*
roller derby fun
abdominals are like fire
blazing painful thighs
10 words AND a senryu! BAM!
One piece! Evil post baby belly. Down with situps forever.
Strict regimen of chorizo super burritos. Go for the gold!
Trying to determine who gave you my photo to use! (see 10 words)
Mentally moving forehead cleavage south, ass padding north and west.
Spend time outside, buy a new swimsuit, suck it up.
I do not LIKE it, Sam I am, I do not like bathing suit season. I would not like it here or there, I would not like it anywhere (except if I was built more like Christina Ricci)
In 999 hours I will shave…any earlier is a waste.
Trying. Not. To. Puke. When. I. Look. In. The. Mirror.
Treadmill
Red Sox Red Toes
Friends
Beer
Beach
Pool
Sex!
go on cruise, stuff my face, come home and poop
Pretending I’m pregnant.
So what if I’m sixty in July.
Looking for a big stick to gougue people’s eyes out.
Procrastinate. Procrastinate. Procrastinate. Fake Tan. Procrastinate. Procrastinate. Dread. Curse. Hide.
Good: I live in Hawaii. Bad: It’s ALWAYS swimsuit season.
buy cute swimsuit cover-up | get pedicure |
shave | and update sunglasses
Ok.That’s it. It’s just water and ex-lax til prom.
(not really, but it’s a funny quote from the movie “Never Been Kissed”)
Spending bathing suit time at friend’s (fatter than me) pool.
Hiding behind two small children, a teenager and chunky husband.
Suit-shopping at Torrid before looking for more cake to eat.
HOT yoga!
NO :: wheat :: diary :: alcohol :: caffeine :: sugar :: red meat.
Casting spell so all within eyeshot are rendered temporarily blind.
(It’s the only merciful thing to do.)
Thanking the Good Lord Jesus I live in Alaska. Amen.
Planning to be naked and drunk as much as possible.
Calling Abdul the Tent Maker for my custom bathing suit order.
Eat like a pig, avoid bathing suit at all costs.
Spray Tan
Sarong
Gigantic Bag
Lipstick
Atittude
Just Add Water
Chasing the baby, playing Wii= losing one pound, hopefully three!
(times 10…you know, thirty lbs? Thirty didn’t rhyme though…)
Preparing mint for mojitas.
Looking for camps for mi hijita.
Walk each day, more weight training, massage sore muscles more.
garden, pluck, shave,
highlight, step, paint, run,
drink with Martha!
BFMS
(Bossy’s Friend Martha’s Sister)
buying a bigger suit and drinking pina coladas, amen!
Swimsuit? Bah! Eat more chocolate, too far gone now anyhow!
stop eating chocolate tomorrow
no, wait, maybe the next day
Hit the beach with people who are fatter than me!!
(If I can find any……)
Maternity suits are cruel. I believe I shall eat another doughnut.
Proudly displaying my son’s best art project–(my muffin top).
digging the earth
stockpiling mineral sunscreen
painting my toenails bright
Gym every morning;
Sadly, less mashed potatoes.
Mission: steely abs.
20 year reunion in 2 months. No wheat. No dairy.
Di cares not at all. Calling therapist or divorce lawyer.
The leg hair grows long and free because it’s winter.
(I’m in New Zealand, you see…)
Pushing baby from my lady parts. No maternity bathing suit!
Went to the Y and boy are my feet stinky.
Well… not levitating – like that creepy bearded man/woman in “photo”.
fearfully flying to D.C. and L.A, celebrating 22 years married.
Summer finally over here. Kelley thanks God its nearly winter.
Who wears a bathing suit?
Bought $90 suit. Haven’t eaten all week. Sick not Anorexic.
investing in sunscreen that makes me invisible.
for the summer
(hit enter before i was done!)
Abandoned “clean bikini line” last year, wearing shorts, never better.
http://www.blogfabulous.com/clean-bikini-line/
work a lot
sleep a lot
sweat a lot
damn
Having what I thought were varicose veins (actually spider veins) STRIPPED!
Sorry, that’s eleven.
And now that’s fourteen. Wait, eighteen.
Ah, heck, nevermind.
Abandoned “clean” bikini line last year, bought shorts, no rash.
Sorry my computer said timed out. Didn’t mean to post twice.
Wishing and hoping and thinking and praying planning and dreaming…
Vowing never to expose my arms or legs ever again.
wishing I was 20 again. No suit for me. Banzai!!!!
Watching wild-eyed Tim Russert, drinking pinot. Does hope burn calories?
I live in San Francisco. It’s too cold to swim.
Pretending no one can see chamois consistency of my stomach.
sitting on my ischial callosities, devouring peanut m&m’s and screwdrivers.
No department store dressing rooms. Cellulite reduction surgery. Spray tan.
Looking for a bathing suit that offers the most coverage.
Pedicure. Sunblock. Shaving.
Hotter at camping festivals
Than at home.
When did you find time to sculpt exact me replica?
I wear swim suit all year round. Have no shame.
I like the poem! BTW, I’ve added you to the top of my blogroll. Great blog!
Dude, I am FOR SURE not eating nasty egg mcmuffins.
[Oh, SNAP!]
I don’t prepare. Who cares if I’m fat and hairy?
i am doing a virtual biggest loser challenge with friends.
Screw the beach, need clothes for a wedding. Holy shit.
Embracing all my curves, learning to love myself first.
dieting,walking, new music, and accepting my body.
Twenty…bikini,
Thirty…maillot,
Forty….and shorts,
Forty something…wetsuit.
Perception:
fit at home but flabby at pool?
treadmill
water
crunches
(sigh)
(That’s 12 but I have to get the kids up now!)
no candy
crying
more walking
less getting on the scale
I am looking for the perfect yellow polka dot burka.
There is no bathing suit season in my house
showing off my 6 month pregnant belly in a bikini.
Trying to diet…unsuccessfully.
Running…successfully.
Manicure, pedicure, bikini wax.
Starving all week and eating all the live long weekend!
Running my fool head off until I can’t walk.
Eating nothing. Exercising incessantly. Drinking heavily. Praying for a miracle.
summer
in
Texas
too
hot
to
go
outside
in
clothes
Strategic anxiety attack equals fat melting off like, well, fat.
Not going swimming with anyone over the age of two.
Cutting out all soda, which means a cut in sugar.
Trying really hard to pretend the pool will not open.
It is wrong to drink ‘ritas while pregnant, so nothing.
The woman in your illustration appears to be floating just slightly above the ground. Why? Has she ingested helium?
Thursday. Two days late. Will run again when shoulder heals.
find sun
sit in it
I’m growing a baby and getting fatter by the day.
What – what – 252 comments? I don’t have ten words, but 252? Bossy!!
This grandmotherly body will enjoy the sun and water anyway!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Breastfeed calories away, chase the preschoolers, buy Land’s End swimsuit.