I'm really excited to tell you guys about this new website that I started! I got the idea for it about a year ago but life got in the way and I became sidetracked. Even now, I haven't had much time to focus on it with trying to get the other house in order before I move in.
As you are well aware, I have a mild obsession with dieting.
0kay, HUGE obsession with dieting.
In addition to being employed with a few of the national weight loss programs in the past, I think I've tried every diet and/or exercise program out there over the years.
My secondary obsession is with reading before and after stories about how people lost weight and marveling at their pictures. One day as I was searching the web for even more pictures and stories, I realized that no one SINGLE site existed where I go for this information so I decided to make one!
And that's when my idea was born. It's a social networking site for diet and exercise fanatics called My Weight Makeover.
www.myweightmakeover.com
I get to combine my love of writing with my obsession for HOW DID THEY DO THAT??
A free membership allows users to post profiles and upload before and after pictures of themselves to motivate and inspire others. Each member shares the program and/or exercise plan that helped them achieve their goal. I took the original concept and expanded it to encompass diet and exercise advice, community message boards, low cal recipes and celebrity weight loss successes.
I'm kind of in a chicken and egg situation now. I want to promote it to get more users but I don't have enough users now so I don't want people to come to the site and say, "Well, there's nothing really here."
So I reach out to you, dear friends, to help me get the word out and/or point me in the direction of someone who can show me what to heck to do. Now keep in mind that I don't have a large marketing budget but I do give a mean lap dance.
Thanks in advance!!
Monday Morning Millie
Monday, September 26, 2011
Okay, back away from your computer and tell me the shape of her head doesn't look like the Pink Panther.
I'm too dumb for my Smartphone
Thursday, September 22, 2011
I ordered it online and activated it 48 hours before my trip to Florida. I only mention that because when the pilot announced, "At this time, we ask that all passengers turn off their electronic devices", I had no CLUE how to do it!I I panicked and shoved it under my right cheek, certain that any conflicting radio frequencies would be blocked by the subcutaneous layer of thick fat on my ass.
Then I remembered that the layer wasn't as fat as it used to be and I closed my eyes and pictured the plane crashing. The last thing heard on the flight recorder would be, "How the hell do I turn this thing off??"
Luckily, we took off without a hitch and I spent the next few days trying to figure out how to make a phone call. As I did with Facebook, I initially resisted the whole Smartphone concept, but I succumbed because my contract was renewing and I got the HTC Trophy for cheap. You know how much I like cheap!
Well, it happened.
I've become one of those Smartphone people. You know, the ones who check their Facebook status 20 times a day and feel the need to let everyone know that "One of us will die when the satellite falls on us." If you haven't already friended me on Facebook, you must so that you can get these exciting updates, too. Here's my latest.
"How is it only Thursday?"
Take a moment to bask in its brilliance before you keep reading.
Not only do I check my Facebook 20 times a day but I also know what the current temperature is now and every hour on the hour until infinity.
It's 72 degrees with intermittent clouds.
Be forewarned that when I invite you to my Christmas party and you tell me that you can't make it because of a snowstorm, I WILL punch in your zip code to confirm it.
Busted!
You're only having light flurries. Get your ass over here!
The camera on this phone is about a million times better than mine was and since I'm a picture taking machine anyway, I'm constantly clicking away.
I'm sure the novelty of this phone will wear off soon but in the mean time, Can I take your picture? C'mon, I'll post it on Facebook!
By the way, it's now 71 degrees and mostly cloudy.
Lunches with Lisa
Tuesday, September 20, 2011
"I'm glad you had a nice time with Marcy in Florida, Chrissy."
"I did, thanks. I think I was outside a little too long, though."
"No, you look really healthy with a little color from the sun. You know, unlike how you usually look."
"Um..thanks??"
Fun in the (blazing) sun!
Tuesday, September 13, 2011
We had an awesome time in Florida! It was SO good to get away and not think about work or packing or anything.
My friend Nancy and I stayed with my cousin, Marcy, in Sarasota.
Me and Marcy
Her new house is STUNNING. I mean, how many people have a pool AND a lake in their backyard?
She and her husband, Dave, were the MOST gracious hosts.
We flew into Tampa on Thursday and the first thing we did was stop at International Plaza, which is an upscale mall and shopping center right by Tampa International Airport. Customer service is dead most places but it was alive and well at the International Plaza. They even laid out a red carpet for us!
Isn't Marcy a doll?
Saturday, we hit Siesta Key beach.
Me and Nancy
It was overcast but I came armed with my SPF 30 and an umbrella.
I'm pretty sure my downfall was spending a little too much time in the water talking to some some guys we met from Akron and not enough time reapplying sunscreen.
Don't get excited...
There was no love connection but I did find out that I can fly from Youngstown to Florida for about $150 roundtrip. Now, THAT'S exciting! We flew out of Akron, which is almost as far as Youngstown and I thought I was getting a good deal at $250 roundtrip. See? Everyone comes into our life for a reason.
I got COMPLETELY roasted and looked like a lobster by the end of the day.
Luckily, the aloe vera plant on the side of Marcy's house offered some relief.
Friday night, Marcy's friends joined us and they were SUCH a nice group of women and so much fun! We went to St. Armands Circle for dinner and some window shopping (most shops were closed by the time we finished dinner).
Saturday we rented a boat and our captain, Nancy, guided us along Sarasota Bay.
The homes were AMAZING but this one was our favorite.
"Honey, where did you leave the boat?"
"It's on the deck."
"Okay, I see it now."
Oddly enough, there was NO ONE outside any of them. I guess they're spending too much time working to pay for these 3 million dollar plus homes to actually enjoy them.
Here's my bruise from trying to get back INTO a boat that didn't come equipped with a ladder.
We were all less than graceful getting back in and I'm quite sure the video is somewhere on You Tube as we speak. This time I used SPF 30, wore a hat, a T shirt and sunglasses but STILL got more fried.
I should have known that the vultures at mile marker number 13 couldn't have been a good sign!
Marcy said that her husband Dave was going to grill for us on Saturday night so I figured (VERY wrongly) that he would make steaks and baked potatoes. You know, typical guy fare. Well, this was before I knew that he went to culinary school. We dined on scallop and crab appetizers, filet, asparagus and sweet potatoes. WOW! It was DE-licious.
All in all, we had a really fun time but was I happy to leave and come home to my babies?
What do you think?
My friend Nancy and I stayed with my cousin, Marcy, in Sarasota.
Me and Marcy
Her new house is STUNNING. I mean, how many people have a pool AND a lake in their backyard?
She and her husband, Dave, were the MOST gracious hosts.
We flew into Tampa on Thursday and the first thing we did was stop at International Plaza, which is an upscale mall and shopping center right by Tampa International Airport. Customer service is dead most places but it was alive and well at the International Plaza. They even laid out a red carpet for us!
Isn't Marcy a doll?Saturday, we hit Siesta Key beach.
Me and Nancy
It was overcast but I came armed with my SPF 30 and an umbrella.
I'm pretty sure my downfall was spending a little too much time in the water talking to some some guys we met from Akron and not enough time reapplying sunscreen.
Don't get excited...
There was no love connection but I did find out that I can fly from Youngstown to Florida for about $150 roundtrip. Now, THAT'S exciting! We flew out of Akron, which is almost as far as Youngstown and I thought I was getting a good deal at $250 roundtrip. See? Everyone comes into our life for a reason.
I got COMPLETELY roasted and looked like a lobster by the end of the day.
Luckily, the aloe vera plant on the side of Marcy's house offered some relief.
Friday night, Marcy's friends joined us and they were SUCH a nice group of women and so much fun! We went to St. Armands Circle for dinner and some window shopping (most shops were closed by the time we finished dinner).
Saturday we rented a boat and our captain, Nancy, guided us along Sarasota Bay.
The homes were AMAZING but this one was our favorite.
"Honey, where did you leave the boat?"
"It's on the deck."
"Okay, I see it now."
Oddly enough, there was NO ONE outside any of them. I guess they're spending too much time working to pay for these 3 million dollar plus homes to actually enjoy them.
Here's my bruise from trying to get back INTO a boat that didn't come equipped with a ladder.
We were all less than graceful getting back in and I'm quite sure the video is somewhere on You Tube as we speak. This time I used SPF 30, wore a hat, a T shirt and sunglasses but STILL got more fried.
I should have known that the vultures at mile marker number 13 couldn't have been a good sign!
Marcy said that her husband Dave was going to grill for us on Saturday night so I figured (VERY wrongly) that he would make steaks and baked potatoes. You know, typical guy fare. Well, this was before I knew that he went to culinary school. We dined on scallop and crab appetizers, filet, asparagus and sweet potatoes. WOW! It was DE-licious.
All in all, we had a really fun time but was I happy to leave and come home to my babies?
What do you think?
Monday Morning Millie
Monday, September 12, 2011
"So help me God, if you take one more picture of me, I WILL bite you."
I'm outta here~
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
Heading to Florida to visit my cousin!
Have a great week everyone. See you next Monday!
Stripper Chick Wisdom
Tuesday, September 6, 2011
Don't worry, everything's going to be fine.
Okay, probably not today...but eventually.
I'm pretty sure.
Monday Morning Millie
Monday, September 5, 2011
Deep Thoughts....by Millie Starr
Millie's take on famous quotes.
"I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life's a bitch. You've got to go out and kick ass."
Maya Angelou
"And by the way, smelling ass is awesome, too".
Millie Starr
Millie's take on famous quotes.
"I love to see a young girl go out and grab the world by the lapels. Life's a bitch. You've got to go out and kick ass."
Maya Angelou
"And by the way, smelling ass is awesome, too".
Millie Starr
Secondhand Sunday
Sundays are my Secondhand day. I'm basically too lazy to think of anything new to say so I re-post a "vintage" entry.
If you aren't in the mood for repeats, please feel free to change the channel.
"SAY IT ISN'T SO!"
Original Post Date, April 1, 2010
I’m officially a member of "The Swish Club."
The what?
You know, "The Swish Club". Let me explain.
My friend Debbie and I worked together at Casual Corner (a now defunct women’s clothing store) in 1985. She was 23, I was 19. We went out partying at least 3 nights a week and our meals consisted of Burger King or gyros bought from a street vendor at 2AM. I remember feeling really huge compared to Debbie because she was a petite size 4 and I was a mammoth size 6.
Our store manager, Lori, was a 28 year old Slovenian brick house. She donned a large head of super teased hair sprayed hair, Lee press on nails and raccoon eyeliner. She wore size 8 dresses over her size 12 booty and when she walked, her thighs went swish, swish, swish, swish.
That summer, we went to go see Whitney Houston at an outdoor concert in July. Summers in Cleveland are notoriously hot and muggy but Lori wore pantyhose under her shorts. All we heard on the way up the hill to our seats was swish, swish, swish, swish.
Debbie and I were both horrified to think that one day our thin legs might actually touch when we walked and we would then become members of "The Swish Club" .
I honestly thought I had dodged that bullet all these years until a few days ago. I wore pants most of the winter to fend off the cold but a warm spring day this week brought one of my favorite skirts out of hiding.
I was walking down a quiet corridor of the hospital when I heard it.
Swish, swish, swish, swish
I smiled to myself, remembering Lori and wondering who the poor soul was behind me with the thunder thighs. I paused to fake adjust my shoe and when I looked back, there was no one there. I assumed they had veered off down a hallway and I continued on my way.
Swish, swish, swish, swish
This time, I didn't even pretend to adjust my shoe. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around.
There was no one there.
I started to walk.
Swish, swish
I stopped. The swishing stopped.
I started to walk again.
Swish, swish, swish
Holy Mother! That sound is MY thighs! No, no, it can't be!
Swish
No!
Swish
No!
Swi
I tried walking so that my thighs wouldn't touch but it was no use. That just made me look like I had a load in my pants.
Well, I guess if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
I've applied for "The Swish Club" membership card. I hear they have some great discounts on cocoa butter for the inner thigh rash.
If you aren't in the mood for repeats, please feel free to change the channel.
"SAY IT ISN'T SO!"
Original Post Date, April 1, 2010
I’m officially a member of "The Swish Club."
The what?
You know, "The Swish Club". Let me explain.
My friend Debbie and I worked together at Casual Corner (a now defunct women’s clothing store) in 1985. She was 23, I was 19. We went out partying at least 3 nights a week and our meals consisted of Burger King or gyros bought from a street vendor at 2AM. I remember feeling really huge compared to Debbie because she was a petite size 4 and I was a mammoth size 6.
Our store manager, Lori, was a 28 year old Slovenian brick house. She donned a large head of super teased hair sprayed hair, Lee press on nails and raccoon eyeliner. She wore size 8 dresses over her size 12 booty and when she walked, her thighs went swish, swish, swish, swish.
That summer, we went to go see Whitney Houston at an outdoor concert in July. Summers in Cleveland are notoriously hot and muggy but Lori wore pantyhose under her shorts. All we heard on the way up the hill to our seats was swish, swish, swish, swish.
Debbie and I were both horrified to think that one day our thin legs might actually touch when we walked and we would then become members of "The Swish Club" .
I honestly thought I had dodged that bullet all these years until a few days ago. I wore pants most of the winter to fend off the cold but a warm spring day this week brought one of my favorite skirts out of hiding.
I was walking down a quiet corridor of the hospital when I heard it.
Swish, swish, swish, swish
I smiled to myself, remembering Lori and wondering who the poor soul was behind me with the thunder thighs. I paused to fake adjust my shoe and when I looked back, there was no one there. I assumed they had veered off down a hallway and I continued on my way.
Swish, swish, swish, swish
This time, I didn't even pretend to adjust my shoe. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around.
There was no one there.
I started to walk.
Swish, swish
I stopped. The swishing stopped.
I started to walk again.
Swish, swish, swish
Holy Mother! That sound is MY thighs! No, no, it can't be!
Swish
No!
Swish
No!
Swi
I tried walking so that my thighs wouldn't touch but it was no use. That just made me look like I had a load in my pants.
Well, I guess if you can't beat 'em, join 'em.
I've applied for "The Swish Club" membership card. I hear they have some great discounts on cocoa butter for the inner thigh rash.
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