Watch Me Turn 30, by Holly C.
I'm a 29-year-old New Yorker who inherited this site from my pal, Holly P., to document the final year of my twenties. Right up until I turn the big 3-0 next January, I'll use this blog to indulge my inner-narcissist by voicing the good (I can date men anywhere from ages 21 to 50 without it being scandalous) the bad (I keep getting ma'amed) and the ugly (is it possible to get cellulite on your stomach?!). Here's to waving goodbye to my youth, accepting adulthood and remembering that every ending is really just a new beginning.
the photo for November 27, 2007
DAY 302  |  November 27, 2007
I went to a weight-lifting class at the gym today in hopes of working off all that turkey stuffing I ate. Instead of working up a good sweat, we got an hour-long lecture from our instructor who acted like the class was his platform to put on a one-man show.

He even came prepared with props , such as newspaper articles reporting that the average Thanksgiving dinner contains 5,000 calories. He also pulled out a plate, napkin and wine glass and demonstrated how to hold all three objects in one hand so your other hand can be free to greet people during holiday parties. Geez, I didn’t come to the gym for a nutritional analysis or an etiquette lesson—I came to blast calories!

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