Wedding: OMG shoes

For the past 10 months, I have searched with my 5 bridesmaids for the perfect yellow shoes for my June wedding. And by perfect, I do not mean “unique,” “different,” or especially “special.” We were literally looking for yellow patent pumps, preferably round toe, preferably no peep toe, preferably not terribly tall or terribly short heel height.

Do you have any idea how hard these are to find?

We’d find them, and then sit too long and they’d be sold out. Or we would search and search and search and find nothing.

For months.

And granted, the wedding is in June, so we weren’t in a huge time crunch here. But let’s also be realistic: if we could cross this mutha off the list sooner rather than later, that’d be a-OK too, ya know?

Luckily, when you give my sister 10 minutes with the Internets and retailmenot.com, she finds LITERALLY THE PERFECT SHOE.

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For $39.95.

When just minutes before we were looking at something not even as cute, with the price tag of $80.

Thank you, sister friend. And retailmenot for that nice little shipping code.

Now it’s just finding my own pair of shoes for the Big Day, and the whole What-Will-We-Wear question will be answered. Yayyy. SHOES.

 

The best cheeseburger soup recipe

Kids, I’m here to tell you that dreams do come true.

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They really, really do.

I don’t know if you’ve heard (OBVS THAT’S SARCASTIC) but Cory and Topanga are BACK and playing parents in the new series, Girl Meets World. It’s official, because it was a trending topic on Twitter and has taken over my Facebook newsfeed.

I am. So. Excited.

So excited, in fact, that I got all nostalgic last night and ended up watching other old shows that I used to love and tweeting an incessant amount about the old days and how I want them back. It was similar to the time I had a cry fest about Harry Potter being over…while I was at work.

Which is a story for a different day. Or not at all.

I would be lying if I said I didn’t have any reservations about the show. I do. Of course I do. Disney used to be SO GOOD. They didn’t have to introduce sketchy story lines about promiscuous things. It was WHOLESOME. It was for the FAMILY.

[Although I think we all remember Cory and Topanga’s honeymoon, AKA the most awkward episode ever to watch with your mom, which was of course the one day my mom decided she wanted to watch TV with me.]

o_0 Awkward.

I’m nervous that Girl Meets World is going to lose all it’s integrity. I’m scared it will be the next Hannah Montana or iCarly (<- My sister will point out this is Nickelodeon; I KNOW, it’s an EXAMPLE). Those shows are extremely entertaining, but wholesome they are not.

So here’s hoping Girl Meets World is done up the right way and I have a new fave TV show.

And here’s hoping all my other fave shows get the whole reunion-movie-or-series-sequel memo (I’m looking at you, Gilmore Girls).

Would you like me to stop talking about 90s television so we can talk cheeeeeeeeseburger?

OK.

The best cheeseburger soup

Now. That’s a little misleading. But I have, in fact, eaten the best cheeseburger soup (served at a cafe near where I work; it’s life changing), and this is damn close. It’s cheesey and creamy and salty and delicious, and perfect for fall/winter (OMG IT’S DECEMBER). My mom found it in a recipe book she had from a while ago, I tweaked it ever so slightly, and I felt the need to share with you because YOU NEED THIS RECIPE.

This soup has had me on a soup kick for days (it makes a lot of leftovers for one person) which I’m attributing to why I’m retaining a solid 5 lbs. of bloat from the salty goodness.

I REGRET NOTHING.

Cheeseburger Soup
8 Servings
Approx. 250 calories/serving (without potatoes or sour cream)

Ingredients:

1/2 lb. ground beef
3/4 c.  chopped onion
3/4 c. chopped or shredded carrots (I used chopped because I only had whole carrots and I’m too poor to own fancy things like graters, but shredded would prob be bomb)
3/4 c. diced celery
1 tsp. dried parsley flakes
4 T. butter (eh, give or take)
1/4 c. flour
2 c. cubed processed American cheese (I literally stacked a bunch of Kraft Singles on top of each other and diced them because it’s what I had; worked perfect)
1 1/2 c. milk (I used skim; you get a lot of creaminess from the cheese)
Salt & Pepper to taste

Optional:

3 c. diced, peeled potatoes
1/4 c. sour cream

1. First, brown the beef in a pot (3 qt). If you are a carnivore, you’re gonna be like, Whoa I need more beef. You don’t. Be patient.

2. Drain that and set it aside. If you’re feeling naughty, keep the drippings in the pan for step 3.

3. In the same pot, saute your onions, carrots, celery and basil in about 1 T. of butter and/or the drippings. Do this for about 10 minutes. The carrots and celery will turn a bright color, and the onions should be clear.

4. Add the broth and beef (and potatoes, if you want potatoes; I didn’t). Bring it to a boil.

5. Reduce the heat, cover the pot and let it simmer for about 10 minutes (if you are cooking with potatoes, simmer until they are tender; should still be about 10-12 minutes)

6. While that’s chilling out, take a small skillet and melt some butter (start with 3 T.) and then add your flour. Cook and stir for 3-5 minutes, or until it’s bubbly. It’ll start to do this foam thing before the big bubbles start, and that’s your cue).

7. Add the flour mixture to the soup and bring it to a boil again. Stir for 2 minutes.

8. Reduce the pot to low heat. Add the cubes of cheese, milk, and some salt and pepper. Cook and stir until the cheese melts.

9. Have a little taste test. Does it need more salt and pepper? Probably. DON’T BE STINGY WITH THE SALT AND PEPPER. Nobody likes people like that.

10. Remove the pot from the heat and, if you’d like to add sour cream, now is the time to do it. I did, but didn’t notice much difference in the taste.

This soup is DELISH and heats up really well. I still have quite a bit left, so I’m thinking about freezing the rest so I don’t waste it 🙂 Try it and let me know what you think!

PSSSSSST! Head over HERE and enter a sweet contest 🙂

Back fat be gone

First of all, I owe you guys like 97 posts.

SO MUCH IS HAPPENING.

I HAVEN’T SLEPT IN DAYS.

Not really, but I’m tired. And sleeping has been trumping blogging. Sorry.

IN THE MEAN TIME let’s talk about exercise.

**crickets**

So ya’ll know that I’ve been in a fitness rut approx. since I turned 18, and now that I’m getting married and don’t want to have arm fat in my strapless dress, sh*ts gotta get serious. I’m not talking drastic weight drop here – for the most part I’m pretty happy with the bod I’ve been given. But I’ve realized that there is basically  no reason why I can’t be in the best shape of my life right now. I’m 21. I’ve had no babies. I won’t be having any babies [soon]. I have time at night to exercise (not lately, really, but I guess I have time for Harry Potter marathons so I have time for exercise…I guess).

So why not, right?

Cuz I’m lazy, that’s why.

And, quite frankly, even though no one described me as “petite” in high school (OR EVER), I didn’t have to work at staying in shape then because I was dancing 6 nights a week. Yes, I was eating like crap a lot of the time and my sleep schedule was whack cuz I had just met this guy who I decided I needed to stay up until 2 a.m. talking to (turns out we’re getting married now), but I didn’t feel like I needed to hit up the gym because…well, I didn’t. I sweated plenty during all those dance/show choir practices, thanks.

Not to mention the fact that I was having a BLAST. Yes, it was exhausting, but I’ve always loved dance. And we all know, when you’re having fun, it’s not that lame.

An hour on the elliptical while watching Oprah, however? Lame.

Don’t get me wrong, I love me a lazy day, don’t-wanna-use-my-brain workout. I do. But for the most part I need to be all in and having a good time, or no way in hell am I doing it again tomorrow.

This is my extremely long-winded way to tell you I started TurboFire.

FIYAHHHHHHH!

I’ve done a TurboFire HIIT workout before, so I already knew I really liked Chalene and her style of teaching. AND I like the idea that it’s a sort of choreography – so even though it’s difficult, my brain is turned on and I’m engaging, and the time is going much faster.

Funny story about how I bough the whole package – I’ve been playing with the idea for a while, but it’s not cheap. The package (a bunch of DVDs, meals, a measuring tape, a band, bonus workout DVDs, a class schedule, etc.) runs around $150, and while I TOTALLY BELIEVE IT IS WORTH IT, I’m poor. Not poor enough to not have an online shopping addiction (PayPal lovers, holler at me), but just-graduated-and-I-owe-the-government-and-the-Bank-Of-Dad-millions poor.

So Jeff, in his infinite wisdom and cheapness, told me to check Amazon.com. BAZANGA, 80 dolla. I was basically ready to pounce on that.

And then, because I have ADD, I decided to log on to Groupon to see when my Picaboo Groupon expired (shiny object syndrome, stop judging).

And then OH HEY WHAT IS THAT RED BOX THAT SAYS NEW?? **click**

WAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH???!!!

Sold.

I snatched that up so quick I got whiplash.

It’s a sign from God that He loves me.

Or that I need to get my back fat under control.

Whatever it is, game on TurboFire. Game on.

P.S. I’m currently on Day 2 and can’t lift my hands higher than my shoulders. Remember that back fat I mentioned? It hurts. I can feel my achey breaky back [fat]. Seriously.

P.P.S. This is clearly not a Whistle Worthy Wednesday post because I suck, but head over here to see what my sister’s jammin’ out to. See you back here next week. Maybe.

 

Whistle Worthy Wednesday: Lennon and Maisy Stella

I thought I’d start a new weekly feature on the blog and link up with my sister, who came up with the idea. Ain’t she smart?

Music has always been a big part of my life, and I always tend to relate a certain song to whatever was happening in my life when I first heard it/became obsessed with it. Like, Everything by Michael Buble takes me back to junior year of high school, and Dare You To Move takes me back to a musical in junior high, and also that really sweet kiss scene between Haley and Nathan on One Tree Hill. Obviously.

Without getting too cheesey and weird, you cannot deny that there is something about a good song–or a talented artist–that just RESONATES with you. It’s like a really good book–you can’t stop thinking about it, even after you’re done (or is that just me?).

I have a not-so-secret fantasy of being Carrie Underwood, so I love to see when that dream actually starts coming true for young people. Maybe that’s why I’m DYING for Lennon and Maisy.

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Lennon and Maisy Stella (I MEAN JUST THEIR NAMES, hellooooooo) are the daughters of The Stellas, the married couple who can kill a duet with the best of them. Basically I want to be part of this family.

Lennon and Maisy shot to crazy YouTube stardom this summer when their YouTube video of Call Your Girlfriend went viral, and it’s obvious why. It’s insanely good.

Like come on. Voices like that. Just not fair.

They also landed a gig on Nashville, a show on ABC that I’m digging so far. We got to hear them sing for the first time on one of the last episodes and it was awesome. I have never met these girls and I’m sure I never will, and yet I’m so proud of them! Nerd alert.

Anyway, go check out Lennon and Maisy. Watch their videos, download their jams (they’re on iTunes!), watch Nashville to see their cute little faces. And tell me you aren’t obsessed. JUST TRY.

Got a blog? Link up with me and Liv and tweet us @maddieessig and @oliviaessig. You can check what Liv is listening to here, and leave your post in the comments!! See you next week 🙂

Wedding: Bridesmaid dresses

Heyyyyyy weekenders!

How’s your Saturday going? Mine has consisted of playing paparazzi with a few family members and clients, and I just had dinner with Jeff and my mama.

Yesterday was very exciting because I officially ordered bridesmaid dresses for my laidez. If we are friends on Facebook, you may recall that I officially ordered these dresses a few weeks ago. Not so. I found out soon after that my sister actually neglected to get me a particular measurement, so they weren’t OFFICIALLY on their way. I tried to get her to take the measurement for me a few times, but she was quite unhelpful.

This weekend, though, she spent a night at my grandparent’s house. I called my grandma Friday morning and gave her specific instructions to tie Olivia down, and I had a measurement texted to my phone within 10 minutes. Love her.

I found the dresses on Etsy, which is basically the wedding Holy Grail. I don’t even know if I’ve just used that term correctly, but essentially, Etsy is awesome. We sent in all five girls’ measurements and will end up with five custom bridesmaid dresses. Wanna see what they look like? 😀

Originally, we had ordered these dresses, but gray in color:

 

 

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But then I started hard core coveting the ruffles:

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Love me a good ruffle.

So I contacted the shop owner to see if she had started on the dresses yet and asked if I could change the order, and I could! I had seen some two-toned dresses in the Etsy shop I REALLY adored, and ended up ordering these:

 

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I’ve seen the swatch of fabric and they’re a tad light in this photo, but essentially, that’s what my gurlz will be wearing come June. I’m SUPER excited and kind of wish I’d ordered 6…I love them. So excited to see them all done! 😀

 

Whale of a time: ‘Food Baby HIIT Workout’ by Blogilates review

I love me some HIIT workouts, mostly because they’re great bang for your buck. I’m usually sweating buckets, my chest feels like it’s going to cave in, and my knees buckle.

All in the first minute.

I didn’t say it was enjoyable.

I had heard of @Blogilates before, and I follow her on Twitter and think she’s adorable, but the one time I tried one of her pilates videos on YouTube I was all, HA NO THIS IS NOT HAPPENING and I turned it off. That says a lot about my dedication and a lot about her butt kicking.

So today I get home from work and even though I LOVE JILLIAN I just couldn’t bring myself to do 30 Day Shred today, and to be perfectly honest, I wanted something freaking SHORT.

Cassey has a ton of great videos, but I wanted a HIIT one. I found one that included 8 moves for 1 minute each – I could do that.

No.

No I could not.

The funny thing about HIIT workouts is that if you were to sit on your couch and watch it, you’d be like, Daaaaang this is easy. I can do this.

You’d be wrong.

I literally had to modify every move and I still looked like a dying whale, complete with dying whale sounds.

And I was like, Come on thighs!

And my thighs were like, LOLOL no.

It was rough.

BUT it was only 8 minutes. And I was sweating like a mutha. I’d call that a win.

Whale noises aside, I’d definitely do this workout again. I may even try others if I’m feeling cray.

Side note, I LOL’d at this on Pinterest.

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The problem is I’m happy

I have a crazy girl crush on Jillian Michaels.

 

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My roommate and I watched The Biggest Loser religiously when she was on it. We. Loved. Her. She was intense and to the point but then she also had this knack for really connecting emotionally with her clients when they needed it. I am OBSESSED with her.

I heard from another blog I stalk read that she had a weekly podcast and thought I’d check it out. Honestly, I didn’t think it would entertain me. 45 minutes of talking with no pretty pictures or cartoons? What is this, radio? 1920? The dark ages?

Don’t take that personally, Mom. You’re still young at heart.

Qualms aside, I decided to download a few podcasts for my listing pleasure, AKA to survive the two 3-hour art classes I had to take junior year of college. Fartsy I am not.

Turns out, I luuuuuurve this podcast. It did nothing but add to my out-of-control girl crush of Jill. The lady is talented, ridiculously smart in her field, a total hottie, and insanely insightful when it comes to matters of the heart and mind, as well. I know, you don’t expect hugs and kisses from our girl Jill, and while she doesn’t go that far, she is far more emotional than I thought! She knows what’s up.

Anyway, since I started my new job, I have a 20 minute commute every morning which I’ve dedicated to smoothie/coffee drinking (sometimes both if I’m feeling crazy), and listening to The Jillian Michaels Show.

This is such a great way to start my day, I can’t even tell you. There’s a ton of awesome information, but there’s also a glimpse into Jillian’s personal life (she and her partner are the new mom’s of TWO bebe’s within ONE year; yeah I know, as if you needed another reason to bow down), and some hilarious banter between her and the show’s producer, Janice. Janice is Canadian, which immediately makes her hilarious in my book. If there is anything funnier than a funny American, it’s a Canadian. I hope that doesn’t come across as racist because I’m dead serious. I smile every time she pronounces a word with an “o,” and I love her funny little one liners. In the podcast I listened to today (I am severely behind) she said “a kick in your giggle,” which is like when Americans say “a kick in your step.” Except 100x times more hilarious. And then Jillian always goes after her sayings like a jerk, but it’s charming at the same time…

…I think I need to retract my I-have-a-crush-on-Jillian statement and add and-Janice…

Anyway.

Today’s podcast was about something that I think a lot of people struggle with: being happy. That sounds super dumb, right? Like, when you’re happy, that’s awesome. That’s not a problem. It’s pretty rockin’. We work hard, we have setbacks, and then we’re happy and life is perfect.

Except it’s not. Because raise your hand if you work your butt off and everything aligns and life is pretty freaking amazing and suddenly you find yourself cowering a corner, waiting for the sky to fall.

Because we all know that for every good thing to happen to you, a bad thing is coming too. And the more good things, well, the more bad things that are just around the corner.

Right?

NO!

I totally fall into this crap trap. I’ve had a super amazing year.

Spend J-term in Italy eating my way through Rome, Florence and Assisi, while simultaneously losing 3 pounds (seriously, I don’t even know):

Check.

Supa cool guy puts a ring on it:

Checkity check check.

Turn 21 without dying:

 

Yup.

Have adorable doghter:

Graduate Cum Laude from university in 3 years with 2 majors:

Boom.

Open parttime small business so I can do what I love in my spare time:

Boom shaka laka.

Land my dream job before I have a diploma in my hand:

Woop woop.

I’m not oblivious to the fact that my 2012 was pretty bomb. In fact, I’m extremely aware of it. So aware, in fact, that whenever anyone else mentions it, you can find me staring back at them, fingers in my ears, screaming IKNOWIKNOWIKNOWIKNOWIKNOW!!! because I’m afraid the powers that be will hear them and realize I haven’t had a rough patch in a while and RAIN HELL DOWN UPON ME.

Now that’s not a very perky mindset, is it?

I’m an extremely positive person, but I’m human. I think we as humans – as Americans, especially – sometimes think we don’t deserve all the awesome stuff we’ve been handed.

But let’s be real. We haven’t been HANDED anything.

We’ve worked our butts off. Right!? WE HAVE.

No one is entitled to anything. I get that. But you absolutely deserve it if you work for it.

I can honestly say that I’ve worked HARD for all of these good things.

[Except not dying on my 21st birthday. That may have been pure luck and solid friends.]

So is your family happy and healthy? Do you love your job? Is your personal life in a total sweet spot? Chances are that stuff didn’t land in your lap. Chances are you are doing a rockin’ job at life.

Go you.

We’re always handed sucky suck fest crap. It’s life. People die, car engines start smoking when you have $50 to your name, somebody jealous of your awesome life spreads rumors that aren’t true. That crap sucks. And it’s gonna happen cuz that’s life. But chances are it’s not near as bad as you think it will be. (Except cancer and death. That’s always bad and awful and I’ll vote for the first gubernatorial candidate who votes to veto death and kick cancer to the curb.)

And even if something super awful does happen, what good are you doing worrying about it now? You’re wasting all the good crap!

So to recap:

You are awesome.

Your life is awesome.

Your life is awesome cuz you made it awesome.

Go you.

Now, go celebrate your awesomeness. Thank Jillian Michaels.

AC/DC

What up party people!?

Jeff and I spent an awesome long weekend visiting his cousins on the East coast. His cousin Ali paid for us to fly out there after we got engaged – crazy nice right!? We had been pumped for so long, so we were ready to go!

We spent most of our time in Atlantic City doing the tourist thang, and finished it up with Washington DC and the tourist thang.

Jeff saw the ocean for the first time:

He was the only one there!

Just kidding. I’m just a stealthy photographer like that.

After the ocean we hit up the bar scene in AC, which for the record is basically awesome and revolves around gambling (where I won $50 AND THEN STOPPED unlike someone else I know who’s name rhymes with Heff but I don’t want to name names) and beach bars (where they sing Mumford & Sons and Jimmy Buffet and I swooooooon). Lots of #winning.

We also went to this AWESOME sushi bar with THE BEST SUSHI IN THE WORLD and where I took my first saki bomb. Here is the problem with saki bombs, though. No one told me they are like liquid amnesia. I did not know, so can I just plead ignorance?

Friday night (saki night) goes from blurry to slightly clearer around the time I was back in the hotel room, dumping makeup remover into my contact case.

My contacts did not survive.

So now I look like this for a week while I wait for the eye doctor to order more:

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Just KIDDING, guys. I was playing in Photobooth.

To clarify, not kidding about saki. LIQUID AMNESIA. Just be careful.

And now I’ve officially spent the last too many posts talking about my drinking habits. I promise I don’t have a problem. I just happen to have a lot of blog worthy moments when I get my drank on. Also, my mom adores reading about these experiences, so should I really deprive her of that?

On a related note, the next 4 posts will discuss my college GPA, my volunteer work for underprivileged children, and how I plan to be the first woman president of the United States and also Canada.

HAHAHAHA JK NO THEY WON’T.

But I did see some museums:

Like the American History, where we met Kermit the frog and the first Macintosh computer. It was 1/8 the size of the screen I’m currently typing on. Thank you, Steve Jobs.

Also, the Air and Space Museum.

Isn’t this guy cute?

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Aaaaaand now I’m back and will be working a bunch this week as I gear up to move on Sunday.

And now I have to go because Fun. is performing on Lenno and I gotta get my jam on. PEACE.

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#Bridesmaids #FTW

So guys, I wrote this post like, last week, and then I got distracted with moving and finishing a couple summer classes and Hoku music videos (to be explained in a later post, I’m sure), so I thought I’d publish it today.

I worked out yesterday, congratulations to me, and seem to have pulled the entire right side of my stomach. I’m not sure how one accomplishes this on an elliptical. I’m almost positive it means I need to work out more…

We haven’t talked in a while, so I’ll catch you up. One of my oldest friends (as in, we’ve been friends since Beanie Babies, not like she’s 100 or something) got married on Friday, which was the funnest thing ever. I’ve also decided I’m a big fan of Friday weddings. We started the fun on Thursday and kept it going til well into Saturday morning.

After the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner on Thursday, a bunch of my friends went to a bar for a few drinks before the next day’s festivities. I was a bridesmaid, so really, it was my duty to go have a beer.

It ended up being a freaking high school reunion at the bar, which means I stayed too long and drank too much. But I hung out with some really cool people.

Eventually I became hungry, and I was furious when I found out that the Taco Bell approximately 20 yards away was only open until 11. But seriously. Are you joking? Don’t say you are open MIDNIGHT OR LATER if it’s actually ELEVEN OR EARLIER. The two are very different. Especially when you’re 3 Coors Lights deep (I know, I know, I am a tank).

This resulted in Taco Bell rage, as displayed on the tweeter:

You guys, my Twitter stream from Thursday night is hilarious. My mother would disagree with that statement, but would I lie to you?

Anyway, I accepted the fact that T Bell would not be opening for me, so I asked the bartender for a cup of olives and pickles. It was surprisingly satisfying.

My lovely fiance came and picked me up around midnight (I know, I know, I also stay up sooo late) and gave me a ride home. DON’T drink and drive, kids! Cuz unlike my Taco Bell tweets that is NOT FUNNY.

The next morning started early with me trying to tame my hair into submission. I opted to do my own hair since it can be kind of ridiculous as soon as you do something besides straighten it. Things did not get off to a good start.

The day before, my friend and fellow bridesmaid showed up to the rehearsal with these FABULOUSLY RIDICULOUS curls. Like OMG CURLS. I was like, Kirby how did you do that?! And she was all, Oh I just blow dried it.

•__•
Are you kidding me.
So that’s what I was trying in the above photo and that’s how it turned out. My hair actually does have some natural wave but I’ve beaten it into submission, so now when I try to use a diffuser and get it to curl it looks like THAT. Cute, huh?
Eventually I conquered my head and it actually turned out really well. I was feeling pretty good about myself. In fact, the entire wedding party thought we all looked damn good.
Ain’t we cute?
We were nothing compared to the bride and groom tho. Damn. They were looking good!
Aren’t they hot!?
We partied well into the night to 90s boyband music and a little Wilson Phillips action. The DJ knew what was up.
I ❤ weddings.

Raving: TurboFire Greatest HIITS

Hello from the Land of 10,000 Lakes! I’m on vacation in Minnesota this week, and while I hope to pop in periodically, I’ll mostly be attempting to move my most viewed posts from my old blog to here. Hope you enjoy the trip down memory lane!

This post was originally published on September 1, 2011.

Good morning!

I’ve been in such a whirlwind lately, but I’m happy to report I’m back at school and in the swing of things. Of course the first week may prove to be one of my busiest of the year. Convenient.

I’m kidding. It’s super inconvenient.

So guess what? I owe you all a review. Are you excited!?

A few weeks ago, I purchased TurboFire Greatest HIITs.

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I’m super interested in purchasing the TurboFire package, but I obviously have no idea what they are like (how the instructor teaches, what is the feel of the program, etc.) so I wasn’t ready to drop over $100 blindly. I thought this would be a great way to get a sneak peak of the program.

Somewhere along the way, I got in contact with Rose. She’s essentially been mentoring me through my discovery of the Beach Body system because she is a Beach Body instructor. Basically, Rose rocks. She’s been there to answer all of my questions along the way. It’s been sooo helpful.

After I received TurboFire in the mail, I did what I typically do when I get new workout DVDs: I didn’t do it. I’m always so nervous to start new programs, even (and sometimes especially!) from the comfort of my own house. I don’t know why. It’s probably because I’m weird.

Yes, that’s probably it.

When I finally gained the courage to pop in the DVD and get my workout on, I was not disappointed. However, I also got my behind handed to me. Chalean means business!

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The woman is a beast.

Chalean is awesome. She is super high energy and motivating, she talks just enough through the workouts (which is amazing in itself because I could barely breathe let alone get out a full sentence) and SHE DOES ALL THE MOVES WITH YOU. The Boyfriend did Insanity [for one day] a few years ago, and he would get so mad because the instructor wouldn’t do all the moves, but he’d be all “Ohmigosh this is so hard, feel the burn.” Annoying. Chalean keeps it real.

As far as this video specifically, I’m a fan. It’s a fast workout (about 22 minutes) but you are sweating and out of breath within the first five minutes. It’s very much High Intensity Interval Training (HIIT! Get it!?), which seriously does a body good:

A HIIT workout offers myriad benefits.  First, HIIT provides a great workout for your legs.  If you perform HIIT a few times per week, you probably don’t even need to do strength training for your legs, unless you have a desire for bigger legs.  More importantly, HIIT really ramps up fat burning.  The intense intervals allow for the release of fatty acids into the bloodstream.  Additionally, HIIT results in increased HGH levels.  HGH is a hormone that burns fat while preserving muscle.  Finally, and possibly most importantly, HIIT results in EPOC, an after-burn effect which causes you to burn calories for hours after your workout is completed.

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With that being said,  this is not a video one should probably do every day. HIIT is a great way to train your body, but you can easily overtrain. Just make sure you know what your body is capable of before you overwork yourself! Greatest HIITs would make a great addition to a weeklong workout routine. Personally, I’m hoping it increases my endurance so I can start running again without sucking (which is an entirely other blog post…).

After doing Greatest HIITs, I’m definitely interested in buying the whole TurboFire package. Right now I’m just paying very close attention to my finances since I don’t want to end up as pressed for cash as I was last year, so it’s on the back burner for now.