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Sep 23
Operation Manspiration Posted by Leah

Week 3: down 3 pounds (-6 pounds total!)

Hola people!!!! Were you worried about me?! Fear not and fret not for here I am! And three pounds lighter - HOLLA!!! While I completely understand that I will not lose such a large amount every week I have to admit that seeing those numbers felt gooood. Nice to see my hard work (and it has been hard!) paying off. Now I must focus to make sure I don’t have Revenge Week. (You know Revenge Week, don’t you my lovely HMD’ers? It’s when you follow up a fantastic week with a disappointing, craptacular one. It sucks. And I’m gonna try to avoid it. Word.)


But enough about me. Ya’ll know what we need right now. We NEEEEEED it. We WAAAAAAAANT it. We gots to HAAAAAAVVVVVEEE it! How do you avoid Revenge Week? Man up, kiddies! HOT MAN UP!!!!! Woo hoo!!!!!!!!!!


As I write this, my television is tuned to ESPN and the glory that is Derek Jeter, one-third of my Original Trifecta of Hotness. Unless you have been living under a rock you have probably heard that this Titan of Baseball is retiring at the end of the 2014 baseball season. And the end of the 2014 baseball season is Sunday! Most years we would probably have an additional few weeks to soak up all the glory that is Mr. November. Sadly, this does not figure to be one of those years. So I have less than a week. Less than a week left to enjoy this. And this. And this, for the love of God!


So what to do when one of your top people, your top person really, retires? You CELEBRATE THE HELL out of him!!!! Oh Captain, my Captain - THANK YOU!!! Thank you for turning this once sports ignorant gal into one rip roaring, stats knowing, sabermetrics debating, Evil Empire loving, loud and proud Yankee Mama!! You are the best man I will never know, and I thank you from the bottom of my heart for being such a diplomat of this sport I now ADORE. You will always be one of my first, best, and greatest Manspirations!! Holy Hotness alive, I thank you, thank you, thank you!!!!!!!!


Sep 15

Week 2: down 1.2 pounds (-3 pounds total)

Kids, kids, kids!!!! Here I am, here I is, here I be! Two weeks down and three pounds to show for it…not bad, not bad…thought I was doing better than that, thought the loss might have been greater, but these things happen…this is a marathon, not a sprint…not a sprint…not a sprint…



The promise of Hotness to come. What a glorious thing! You can see it, the possibility blooming before you, all light and goodness. You can feel it, the anxious anticipation of better, brighter, lighter days ahead. The You to come. The You to be. The You that is perfect, shiny and glossy and strong and successful and perfect. I often think of random numbers and imagine how awesome life will be when I’ve lost that much weight. How perfect and shiny and glossy and strong and successful and perfect I will be. And while I know that is some seriously nasty mind trap I’m falling into I still allow myself to fall. Bad Leah!

Cause here’s the thing - we don’t have to wait for the Hotness to come…the Hotness is already here!!! We may not see it, we may not believe it exists with these hips and this belly and allll this junk in the trunk but it DOES!! It exists because of these hips and this belly and ALLLLLL this junk in the trunk! Not to mention this brain and this heart and this spirit, a spirit that is learning how to be undeterred by something as trivial as weight. Don’t get me wrong. Weight affects health, and in that way is not at all a trivial thing. But it should never, ever figure in the “Why I Matter” big picture assessment of one’s life. Never. Ever. Never.

So today’s entry is not about the promise of my Hotness to come, but is instead about the much needed and highly anticipated Manspiration overload that is on tap for next week!!!!! Woo hoo!!! I know ya’ll are all like, “Ummm, nice words and all and you’re back - yay! - but ummm…where are all the Hot Men?!?!?!?!?!?” I hear you loud and clear and I will deliver!! I promise! There is MUCH Hotness to come! Check back in and see for yourself.

Sep 08
The Hotness Begins Again Posted by Leah

I have always been a person who enjoyed beginnings, middles and ends. I love witnessing the birth of a fresh new idea and then seeing a plan come to glorious fruition after an appropriate amount of hard work, moxie, a healthy dash of luck and some good old fashioned blood, sweat and tears. I used to pride myself on reading books from beginning to end without interruption, whilst friends of mine would have multiple books in rotation at any given moment. Professionally, I have always gravitated toward project based work. I wanted, NEEDED, to be able to see the light at the end of the tunnel. It was the only way I felt capable of giving something my full attention and devotion. The thought of performing the same task day in and day out with no obvious end game in sight makes me nauseous. And pissy. And bored. And distracted.

So the question is why, why, why, why, WHYYYYY was I not able to see this journey through to the end? Why leave Hot Man Diet, arguably the best idea I have EVER had, before it was done, before I was healthy and strong and capable of facing the world without the good advice and sound counsel of Her Hotness? In fact, why leave the Hotness at all??!?!?

I left because I found a Hot Man.


Oh no she didn’t!!

That’s right. I found a Hot Man. And wasn’t that the whole point of this blasted endeavor?!

Okay, so maybe that story is not entirely true. I left because I found what I thought was a Real Life Hot Man but he actually turned out to be more of a Real Life Blech Blech with a Side of Pickled Blech. And I found that out too late and I was deep in it and had to scramble to get out of it and I DID. (Yay me!) And you might recall that I came back to you, my lovely HMD’ers, right around that time and tried to rekindle our blog affair and kept it up for a lil’ while until I…well, until I just didn’t. Life got in the way, I suppose. And then right around the time I was seriously thinking about dusting off the cobwebs from Her Hotness it happened. IT happened. I got on a plane bound for Baltimore and sat down beside the Hot Man of my dreams. And here we are, almost three years in and going stronger than ever. We’ve been living together (in sin - woo hoo!!!) for a while now, and with my dog and his two cats we are the picture of domestic bliss. I am beyond lucky to have found this wonderful man and continue to grow deeper in love with him everyday. I call him The Professor because he looks like that Hot College Professor that you would have wanted to hook up with (although I had no such Hotness at the head of the class during my collegiate years). He makes me feel gorgeous and desirable even when I know I am not, he makes me laugh, makes me smile, makes me happy. And when you’re happy you don’t need the Hotness, right? RIGHT?!?!?!?!

Wrong. You ALWAYS need the Hotness.

For you see, during this first part of our very young relationship, in the midst of our newfound happiness The Professor and I have managed to do some serious damage to our midsections. Between romantic dinners out, cozy dinners in, drinks on the beach, annual summer trips to the food haven that is New York City and various and other food related happy happiness, we have packed on some serious pounds. Both of us. We’ve been sucker punched by Happy Relationship Weight Gain. So now we’ve got to fight. We’ve got to figure out how to keep the Happy Relationship but lose the Weight Gain. ‘Cause when you’re looking at the prospect of a wonderful life together, you kinda want to make sure it is as long and healthy as possible.

So here I am. I have come back to the place where it all began. I need the Hotness. I have ALWAYS needed the Hotness. Let’s begin again, shall we? And this time, this time, we will complete the journey. Here goes…

Week 1: down 1.8 pounds

That’s a good start!

Sep 02
The Sound of Hotness Posted by Leah

Hello Hotness, my old friend,
I’ve come to talk with you again…

Yes. Yup. For reals. It’s me. Her Hotness. From the depths of the blogosphere and after three plus years of silence I have come to finish the journey I began seven years ago.

Holy crap!

And I know, I know, I know I have come back many times over the years declaring things to be DIFFERENT and EXCITING and full of NEW ENDEAVORS, only to completely disappear. I look at my last few entries and cringe with embarrassment. Bad Leah! Such fits and starts! Blargh! But why belabor the point? Life is full of fits and starts. Some journeys can be abandoned. Sometimes we get on an odd path that is short and sweet and we learn our lesson and move on, wiser and stronger (hopefully). But some must needs be finished and this, THIS my dear friends, this is one of the rare few that deserves to be seen through to the end.

Did you hear me, Hot Man Dieteers? TO. THE. END. No more fits and starts. No more disappearing. No more silence. I need noise! The sound and fury of action! The Sturm und Drang of Hotness rising!! I want it back! I need it back! I NEED the Hotness!! Do you need the Hotness?! Do you?!?!?!?

Join me. Let’s DO this! You know Her Hotness is a good times girl! Don’t you need some good times? I think you dooooooooo!!!!!!!!!

You. Me. A buttload (literally) of uphill climbing to do. We’ve got some catching up to do - I can’t wait to introduce you to The Professor! - and some super mega goals to set. And then we get gotta get down to business. They don’t call it Labor Day for nothing. We’ve got some WORK to do!! It’s time to work it out!!!

Hello Hotness, my old friend,
So glad to have you back again!

See you next Monday. Come dressed to move.

Feb 27

Do you see it?  Come closer.  Can you see it now?  It is a slate.  She’s holding a slate.  Oh, and what’s that she’s doing?  What?!  Oh no she didn’t!  She wiped it clean.  She wiped it clean…

HEY KIDS!!!!!!!! 

So, so, so totally unfair for me to show up for the first time in, what, like a gajillion months and then just calmly swoop in and wipe a slate clean and not at all explain what’s happened, where I’ve been, etc, etc, etc.  SO totally unfair!  But it’s my BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!  Her Hotness is having a birthday!  And there are parties to tend to and Oscars to attend to and champagne to lend to my mouth and my innards and I’m stoked because it’s the Dirrrrrty Thirrrrty Seven and I feel GREAT and a month ago I wouldn’t have imagined I would feel this great would never have imagined it because everything was opposite quite the opposite but I feel effing MAN-tastic!!  So grab a glass of bubbles - I’m holding one, too - and let’s raise a cheer to 37 years of blooming in the noise of the whirlwind, to family and friends stepping up and swooping in when Her Hotness needed them most, to Anne Hathaway not annoying me too much during this evening’s festivities (she bugs, what can I say?)  But most of all let us toast to life, to love, and to NEW ENDEAVORS!!!  For Her Hotness has a new endeavor to endeavor…but more on that later…

Perhaps I should tell you all about the Great Fall of 2010?  Yes, I fear I must.  For it is in the telling that I will be able to truly let it go.  It will become but a mere story between friends, an anecdote to be happened upon years from now over coffee or wine, a trifling mistake made possible by the ignorance of youth.  Kids, the last time we spoke you will recall I was firmly ensconced in the home of my then RLHM, Real Life Hot Man.  Aaah, kids…as a wise prostitute once said, “big mistake.  Big.  HUGE.”  It was a Hot Mess from the get go.  No need for excessive details but suffice it to say the beginning of 2011 found me homeless, jobless, and manless.  There’s more.  I was also moneyless and confidenceless, two of the toughest things to ever face down individually, let alone in tandem.  Good times, good times.  So when I call it the Great Fall of 2010 I mean it both seasonally and verb-ularly.  It was the fall of my falling.  My failing.  My flailing.  But now is the winter of my discontent about to be made glorious summer…

Kids, if I could make a wish for you all it would be that you, too, had a Secret Weapon.  I have one, thank god I have one, and when the fall of my falling, failing, flailing occurred and I found myself bereft of home, I so luckily landed in the belly of the beast, so to speak.  When one is homeless and confidenceless, one needs a Secret Weapon.  I have one, thank god I have one, and it was her home I ran to when all was tossed and torn.  She took me in, stood me up, dusted me off and righted the wrongs of the Great Fall.  Ah kids, you should see me!  As I type this I feel searing pain in muscles I once had and now have again, I am having a special birthday morning workout because let’s face it - Dirrrty Thirrrty Seven requires a bit more maintenance, a lil more upkeep, a tad more pruning.  If you have to have a Great Fall of 2010, you must also make sure you have a Secret Weapon.  I have one.  Thank God I have one!   

So…what’s next on the agenda for Her Hotness?  Such wonderful things!!!!  Like I said, there is a new endeavor to endeavor…I can’t say too much right now…but it’s going to be awesome and great and so much fun…new things to talk about, new things to do…and so maybe Hot Manspiration takes a bit of a break…just a bit…because when one is Dirrrty Thirrrty Seven one realizes the truth of the matter…the absolute truth of the matter…Nothing tastes as good as a Hot ME feels!

A new journey.  The same Hotness.  Wanna join me?!  Next week is going to bring some MAJOR  changes…

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