THIS IS WHEN I NEED A BELLY LASHING
#DailyMischief
This morning I was minding my own business, telling clients to kill themselves during my Lagree Fitness-Style Pilates class…
Mind over matter, people! If you want to see change, you have to tell your body to keep going. You’ve got this! Keep breathing in, keep breathing out! Engage your core as you press that leg back! …
yada yada yada, etc, etc, etc…
And I say those things because – pfff! That drill sergeant shit always makes me work harder. Plus, I kinda like ordering people around, especially when I know they’ll thank me later. And I always know. It was a great moment to say the least… SMH (that means “shaking my head” in ridiculous text-ease), but I digress.
While I taught, I took off my top layer long-sleeved shirt, because MY GOD it’s 80 degrees here and I was sweating through my shirt without even working out (NO it wasn’t a hot flash. Don’t go there). Can you believe it though? I realize the rest of the country is in a deep freeze and I am damn lucky to have warm temps, but this was crazy. And no matter what the weather looks like outside, no one wants sweat marks on their clothes. So it was me, my workout bra top and my yoga pants traipsing around the studio barking out the next move.
By the way — did I tell you that I’ve always been pretty proud of my abs? Not just because I work hard, but even before I ever had kids… hell, even AFTER I had kids, my abs were always in pretty great shape. That’s because from a young age I always did tons of ab exercises.
I taught in my bra top for TWO straight hours before this… THIS happened:
After I sculpted the asses and abs of the Beverly Hills elite… after the studio was dark and I was packing up my things to leave, I glanced at myself in the mirror (the place is floor to ceiling mirrors, for goddsakes)… after all of that… what did I see?
Something I’ve never in my life seen on my body. A trace of CELLULITE on my ABS!
Pull out the laser printer, run this blog post through that printer and post this on the wall with big red letters on it saying,
ON THIS DAY IN 2014, MS. CHEEVIOUS HAD CELLULITE ON HER ABS
Talk about a motivator.
I immediately pointed this trace of cellulite out to M.C. Nugget when I got home. I pulled out the magnifying glass… and can you believe, he swore he didn’t see a thing? What a great guy!
As I sit here, carrot in mouth, thinking about ways to extract the food and wine from the past six weeks from my body FAST, my brain can’t seem to come up with anything other than liposuction. I may need some of those brain foods talked about in my LJD post here…. But any other ideas?
My solution is to reign in the diet and pump up the volume on the workouts. No more Mr. Nice Girl on my booty. I may think I’m cute sometimes, but I don’t care how you size it up – cellulite is never cute. This is WAR. This – of all times – is DEFINITELY when I need a belly lashing… and I’m here to deliver it, post haste.
Watch me and learn people. Watch and learn.
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Ms. Cheevious is the alter-ego of Lisa Jey Davis (former publicist, and television talent manager, current award-winning writer & author, & health and fitness pro). Though Ms. Cheevious has become known for humor via the blog and social media, offering a lighter and brighter look at life… the blog was originally a precursor to Lisa Jey's long overdue book "Ms. Cheevious in Hollywood" which offers a fabulous, funny peek into what really goes on behind the scenes in Hollywood… a Hollywood with Lisa Jey and her funny “serendipities” in it. Think Lucille Ball meets Chelsea Handler meets the girl next door (with a little chocolate and vodka). It depicts with hilarity the innocent mistakes Lisa Jey made when launched back into the big, bad single jungle, as an unassuming single-mother in the City of Angels. It’s also about the beautiful, interesting life she led while her loving, incredible sons kept her grounded and sane amid fantastic events, new friends, parties and field trips. It also shows the turmoil and heartbreak that comes with dating and single mom life. All blog content © 2015 Ms. Cheevious aka Lisa Jey Davis
Longest wind resolution, hope it works. Take it from me, if you live long enough you won’t care.
Best of Luck
My MD said less fat and more exercise or else he’ll prescribe something to get the cholesterol down. I’m thinking.
Eame – I’m never sure whether to consider your comments to be compliments or slights… I’ll assume here you meant well… because lord knows if I really WANT to be long-winded I can, and I didn’t even get started with this one. But in the end, I am resolved that while I still have fewer wrinkles than I do smooth skin, I’ll work hard on everything, and even into my 70’s and 80’s I’ll be teaching and exercising. So – I’m not sure what any of it means…
And another clarification. I am extremely comfortable in my own skin, and if it weren’t for the damned position I’ve found myself in – that of women’s health and fitness advocate, or some such nonsense, I don’t believe I’d give a damn about a microscopic patch of cellulite — I really don’t. I say if you’re enjoying life, then it doesn’t matter one whooey… However, if you are trying to be an example, well the proof has to be in the pudding – or lack thereof. HAHA
Anywhere – there you go — now there is a long-winded rant.
What great commitment to health you have! If I were in CA I’d take your class!
Thank you Tara! You’d love it! 🙂
Are you sure it wasn’t something on the mirror? If M.C. Nuggent couldn’t see it maybe it wasn’t there. I like this idea so much, I am not going to clean my mirrors anymore, that way I can blame those splotches on the dirty mirror! Thanks for inspiring me. Also thanks for explaining SMH. I have been trying to figure it out and was embarrassed to ask.
haha… no … no Onisha… No smudges on the mirror. But let me know how that works for ya. LOL!
Maybe you were bloated? Too much salt last night! Seriously, you’re so pretty a teeny bit of something you might perceive may be so small – eat that carrot and please try not to fret. 🙂
ha! No. It was definitely a trace (just about two inches long and an inch wide – very strange) of cellulite. In fact, it still is, but it’s smaller, BY GOD. HA! Thanks Elyse! XO
I agree with Onisha, there must have been some lint on the mirror! You are truly committee to health and I admire that.
haha – nope! NO SMUDGES. NO LINT. Oh would that it were so…
For some reason – I highly doubt there is anything on your abs! You have rock hard arms too girl! Good for you though – I am sitting here still sicky poo from my Vegas trip and wish I could be in one of your classes right now!!!!
Oh No! Hope you feel better soon so you can jump into one of my classes in Beverly Hills!