Tuesday, November 17, 2009






Have you ever had one of those friends who always make comments (in a funny way) about something you have on? Well, I do and his name is Mick. I have known Mick since I was fourteen. We went to high school together and have remained friends since.

Mick and I have a great time joking around with each other. He is well aware of my love of fashion and likes to point out something he considers weird, too trendy, or that someone in OHIO is going to have a hard time pulling off. He truthfully loves to tease me and finds ways to do so, this is one of his ways. His favorite item to pick on me about is my zebra stripped silk sweater. I thought I was the height of fashion and he took one look at me and burst out laughing……the man called me Serengeti for eight hours….of course I laughed till beer came out my nose, but needless to say, I do not wear that very often anymore and never around him.
I once wore a blue ruffled shirt and I was dubbed "What are ya Prince" and he sang Little Red Corvette every time I looked at him. Then came the Pirate! A beautiful white ruffled blouse with french cuffs, as I walked down the stairs to the party thinking I was making a grand entrance, he blurts out "ARGH MATTIE". Everyone should have a MICK!!!

So now I have clothes I call the Mickism's. Clothes that are too fashion forweird to wear…

Monday, November 9, 2009

Everyday I drag myself off to the gym. I usually go about 10 in the morning right after my pot of coffee, or my indulgence in Starbucks. Instead of taking a lunch hour, I take a morning workout hour and eat a small lunch at my desk at noon instead of going out to lunch or eating in our cafeteria. It is a plan that works for me. I know I am not motivated enough to go before or after work, so I had to find something that worked for me.


I have been working out daily for about 15 months. I started walking in my regular clothes for 15 minutes and I could barely do that. I gradually worked up a little each day adding a minute until I got to 30 minutes. Then I started to change into gym clothes and workout as long as I could. I would even go twice a day. Morning and afternoon for 15 minutes each session, then up to 20 until I got to 45 minutes. So now, I go everyday for 45 minutes of straight cardio, and I love it. I never thought I would ever utter those words, but I do. I have more energy, more drive, I hardly ever get sick, and I just want to go in there get it done, and move on.


I discovered that after a year on the treadmill and watching Ellen every day at ten, that my weight had plateaued and that I do not work out as well when I watch the LCD in the gym.


So with the help of the Nazi trainer here at work, I started the Elliptical and the Arc machines. The trainer actually stood there and watched me, or shall I say, made me do at least 2 minutes on the Elliptical before she would leave. Then it was ON! I had to build myself up each day. I started at 2 minutes and gradually worked five minutes longer each day until I got to 30 minutes, then 45.


I started to bring my Ipod to the gym and discovered that I work out harder, faster, and longer if I listen to music rather than watching TV. I now share my workout list with other people in the gym. The faster the music the harder I work. I try and get my heart rate up into the 150's and as I get stronger and more aerobically fit, it becomes harder to do.


So, each week I try and increase my incline and my resistance so I can achieve my cardio workout for 45 minutes every day. Check out my play list...

Thursday, November 5, 2009

It is that time of year again where I have to participate in my birthday. Every year I attempt to let it slide past without anyone knowing, but it NEVER works. So my quest is to find something to wear that I look good in (always a miraculous feat). I also want an outfit that is remotely comfortable. Sometimes the two just do not hold hands.



The Disco Scene . . . Really?
This year I will be 41 and my single girlfriends are dragging me off to some crazy place to dance. Hopefully with handsome men, lots of drinks and a laughing, goofy night in general.

Fit Makes All the Difference
Since I have lost soooo much weight, I am usually very self conscious about what I wear. I have a horrible habit of buying clothes that are my old size, that are too big, and really look like I have on a bag. My friend Le-Le told me I was like a kite, if she tied a string to my leg the wind would blow me away. Yep, my pants were that baggy. So now I take a very HONEST person with me when I shop and buy the size that actually fits. Not a little big, not tight, but a good fit--regardless of the size on the tag. Fit makes all the difference in the appearance of your figure. Plus, no more tugging or adjusting when you stand up or sit down.

Robin's Tip: To get the perfect fit from pants "off the rack" I sometimes have to buy the bigger size and take in the pants in certain areas--the waist, butt, or legs for example. Click on the video (coming soon) to see how I do this. If you do not sew, find someone who does. If you can learn how to sew a very straight line, you will be able to improve the fit in your problem clothing.

Color Makes You Shine
Another important thing for me when picking out something to wear is color. I know what colors look good with my hair, eyes, and skin tone. I choose reds, bright blues, purples, and my favorite--black. Those are my basic color palette. I can also wear others like whites and browns, but I always choose tones that are in my color palette. Make sure you have the correct color palette for your skin tone.

Robin's Tip:
Check out the website: http://www.colormebeautiful.com/seasons/index.html to find out which "season" you are and which colors make your hair, eyes, and skin stand out. I am a "winter" and I stick like glue to my color palette. You can also get the book Color Me Beautiful (by Carole Jackson) at the library.











Help Me Choose An Outfit
Click on the outfits below to see which makes me look great. Then cast your vote. Check back here next week to see if I wore your outfit!

Remember: "There are no ugly women, only those that do not know how to make themselves beautiful."--Christian Dior








YIKES! It’s my Birthday . . .

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