Heart, racing.
Brain, thinking.
Legs, dancing a pretty bourrée across the stage of 2013.
‘Tis New Year’s Day. And everything is perfectly aligned, starting the year afresh!
Linen, 400-count, is complimented by down feather pillows.
Wardrobe, returning to a state of glamour.
Business, continuing to flourish.
This one, too…
But, what about diet? And exercise? Whilst the world refreshes their goals, starting the latest Special K challenge to achieve that gorgeous Kellogg’s body, I am not.
Having removed the physical spectator from consideration, fat pictures shall be published, documenting my journey to a healthy body. As Coco Chanel brilliantly coined, “I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t think about you at all.”
Last night’s celebration was perfect. Dressed in P.J. Salvage Sheep Pajamas, we fell into a slumber before the champagne!
New diet beginnings for those in the Bulimic Mafia are a dime a dozen. Starting every day, every hour, moments are ruined when calorie limits are breached, when yoga workouts are skipped, and when fat exists in areas unmentionable. How many years have I wasted to food and exercise obsession?
No longer. I refuse to step one delicately painted toe into discount stores, let alone browse their websites, so why then do I treat my body so cheaply when it pertains to nourishment? I want expensive. High quality. Not just with my linen and clothing (and Gwendolyn’s). But with my entire body. I need to love myself for more than my brain. I need to really like my body for pure happiness.
I have not gone all zen on you, never no fear, my dears. But, I have rather optioned to enforce objective changes. What shall create a higher quality of life? Will it be to restrict my calories so that I achieve a gorgeous bod by May? Or, will it be to carefully nourish my body with food and yoga, so that I have the gorgeous bod which I desire at the age of 90?
Entering into my third year of living without Bulimia after 11 years of doing so, I hereby proclaim to function in honour of the bigger (but always thinner) picture, rather than micro managing the daily process.
My New Year’s resolution is therefore to create a healthy foundation for the rest of my life.
I shall continue to be inspired by thinness, and I shall not release my aesthetic rigidity. But, I shall afford myself the care to achieve the long, lean, and strong body that is preferred without hurting myself any longer. I am so happy.
What is your New Year’s Resolution, in one sentence?
© Nicole Marie Story Enterprises, LLC and nicoleandgwendolyn.com, 2011 – 2013.
Wonderful resolution! I agree with going the route of the big picture.
Bonjour, hermanita pequeñita! I actually had drafted this specific article, using the photograph of us holding hands, captioning it with the intention of spending more time with family (those who matter to me). But then I erased that because I do, indeed, put my all into vous, so it was not necessary to announce. :D I heart ud., and I cannot wait to see you again very very very soon. Gwendolyn sends her love to Auntie Stephie!!! Call us (but wait two hours because we’re busy, ha ha). xo
I love that your philosophy is ever-evolving.
Your recent pics…you already have that gorgeous aesthetic to me, truly. And I am a very harsh judge, as are you, but objectively, even if I hated your guts, I would have to concede that you really are stunning. I always wished for dark hair and even skin (I hate being all blonde and freckly), and your face looks especially defined lately (lend me your cheekbones!)
So I agree: such a high quality body does indeed deserve equally fine nourishment.
I missed wishing you a Happy New Year, so I’ll have to do so belatedly!
xxx
Jessica! Yes! My cheekbones have, indeed, been very pleasing to me, especially during the very cold moments of the day when I’m walking dogs and happen to peek into a parked automobile’s window to check my reflection. I love love love to see the bright shiny red nose and cheekbones. I remind myself of that brunette from Dr. Zhivago. Very gorgeous. Thanks for not calling me a fatso. Even if you did, it would just be ammunition to continue with my healthy plan. I am so excited about this year. I am so excited about our friendship. I mentioned to my sister above that I posted an intention to spend more time with particular family members (in the draft of this article). Well, I also posted an intention to grow closer to my Friends. The photograph was one of Friends from when Rachel and Monica were chubby (television show). But I deleted it because I do, indeed, put my passionate all into my friendships. And I wish that the Royal Mail Service would deliver your fucking Christmas gift!!! I mailed it minutes before mailing Sonja’s, and she received hers last week! Mwah! I heart you! Happy New Year! :D xo
Holy cats. Egomaniacal much?
“I remind myself of that brunette from Dr. Zhivago. Very gorgeous.” OMFG! You must be blind. You WISH!
Love,
Your favourite Soviet
Thanks for reading!
And you’re not my favourite.
That sexy man (Fosco Giachetti) from Ayn Rand’s WE THE LIVING (Noi Vivi) is my fave. Holy hell, a man like that could have me anytime, any day.
Ah! Now this is what I call starting the new year right! Classic Nicole: crazier than a shithouse rat and as unaware of it as a fence post….and as proud of it as a new pup! Pure word salad, sans logic ( even of the fuzzier type ). False hope for a better tomorrow which “your brain” ( which is your worst enemy ) will never allow to happen. Because it is broken.
BUT… This is what I love. Pure cray from the Ayn Rand Of Crazy™. Even more interesting? There are people who will come on here and actually “love, love, love” this silly shizzle…which makes this whole enterprise a…what?…folie a multitude?
Seriously? Your New Year’s resolution should be to get a life and quit stalking my sister’s blog…if anyone is crazy, it is certainly you :-)
Mwahahaha;)
Oh Stephie, you minx. You vixen. Rahhhhhrrrr! I would never be anything but loving and kind. Come flee with me to the Kasbah and we will drink the sweet vino of love and afterward, while reclining in sweet exhaustion, we shall use our iPad to read and laugh at your poor sister’s sad little blog.
Were you sister abused as children? As Nic’s sister, do you have an eating disordere? I recall Nicole (or a comment form your other sibling) intimating as much.
No one is stalking this blog — all of this exists for public viewing and interacting. Nicole is putting out all this info on the g’d Internet for everyone to read, for a reason. You or your family should probably intervene — Nic continues to struggle with an eating disorder and is in obvious need of other behavioral health counseling.
Lmfao.
I have an eating disorder and I assure you I was not abused as a child. My two sisters and I were brought up lovingly and well cared for. My oldest sister shares my anorexic and body dysmorphic tendencies; my middle sister does not.
no, this was not to say that every person with an ED suffered child abuse. More like Nic’s other sister commented on a previous post here insinuating that they, all as sisters, or just Nicole herself was abused, perhaps sexually, and that they all had related EDs because of it. I was taking the opportunity to ask Nic’s other sister to clarify, since I could not believe another Story family member could stomach this blog but not intervene.
Jimminy fucking Cricket.
I was spanked with a paddle.
Such does not abuse make.
Neither of my sisters would say such rubbish as you have insinuated.
And Steph’s unsubscribed from this thread because she was annoyed with the idiotic messages.
Ta da!
I disagree with Nicole in that I believe EDs are genetic in many cases, mine included, so I get irritated with insinuations that my parents–who were textbook doters whom I still love and am close to today–have anything to do with my issues. More like my grandmother was still watching calories at 99 years old, try that. It runs in the family. And my sex life is fine and I maintain a marriage, family, and job without much issue.
Sally Jessy, I would be V E R Y careful if I were you about claiming someone was sexually abused without any proof of that whatsoever. You’ve just put that out there, for everyone to see (and IP addresses can be used to locate you) so you better have some proof. Where did either of Nicole’s sisters insinuate they were sexually abused? I’ve never read that on Nicole’s blog, yet you claim to have read this? Even if it IS true, it is none of your business. Who are you? You are not a therapist, a priest, a friend, a guardian, etc., so, I ask again, show us proof where Nicole or one of her sisters insinuated this?
@JSG, Your flowery words are really “gay” as I would have said in high school. But, the puppy and Ayn Rand comment? LOVE LOVE LOVE! :D Happy New Year, big boy. ;)
Aw, don’t be all jellies of Stephie’s fascination for me. I assure you it’s strictly physical.
blech!
And I’m not a fucking perfectionist whatsoever.
That was meant to go beneath my last comment. Wha? Da?
Love. :)
I’m mobile, collapsing into my bed. Shall rise at 3am to reply to these gorgeous comments.
Flowery? At least he’s not gorgeously bourreeing across the stage of 2013.
Just sayin’….
Sucks that he’s not! :D
Cassy, are you threatening me? I really wouldn’t go there. I don’t think you’d know what to do with an IP address if it bit you in the ass. I am not insinuating anything, I am asking a question about a comment that was left by someone named SHANNON that claims to know Nic and said the following. I assumed it was Nicole’s sister, but I was wrong, my apologies:
“Anyway. You tire me as much online as you do at birthdays and holidays. Unless you want to begin a discussion about anatomically correct dolls and therapy, I strongly encourage you to stop now, Nikki.”
Here’s the public link, Cassy: http://coffeeaddictgreta.wordpress.com/2012/07/11/stop-the-diet/
And now Nicole clarified, so issue resolved. So tell me again what the problem is?
Guys, must we bring the heart broken EDmund back into your reindeer game?
Oh sugar britches, you are “threatening” the wrong person…I’ve been in the IT b’ness for 15+ years, so I’ve known my way around the internetz before you were even born little one, so go slink back into your parents’ basement.
I’ve read that link sweetie…that link isn’t from anyone in Nicole’s family, it’s from an extremely ill ex-luv’a
Don’t put your big gurl britches on with me sweetie pie unless you can you know, actually use them : )
I love myself. Or did you miss the fucking drift of this article to which you’ve commented now several times? ;)
JSG, methinks YOU are the crazy one as you seem to be the first to comment, always ready to rip Nicole’s posts to shreds. Simply put, you are OBSESSED and are the one in need of the therapy you so frequently recommend. Get a grip and life.
how about 1 word? INTEGRITY.
kind of liked this idea: http://projectlife365.com/blog/
Integrity… finish what you start, do what you say you will do when you say you will do, with excellence.
(that’s the other resolution – EXCELLENCE)
Happy New Year, darlin’. 2013 shall be fabulous.
Excellent advice! Including ill-advised bike jaunts for charity!
Gorgeous resolution, Birdie!
Happy New Year to vous! xo
To re-learn how to run. Faster, lithe-lier (is that a word?), and for a time, without numbers. No more tracking runs as I go through pace improvements!
We are two 30-year olds with fabulous plans.
So happy for your friendship, Toomi. xo
if I let my inner hippie speak I would say my resolution would be: “get happy”. That would entail losing some weight, seeing my friends again, doing exercise I love, eating gorgeous nourishing foods… but all with happines in mind, not thinness. That would mean so much for one’s living standards.
but my inner depressing fatso is doing the walking and talking right now, so no resolutions, no sensible plans…only a big fat fuck you 2013! haha!
still, I’m very happy about your resolution and insight. I hope you can hold on to it.
love you.
I shall hold onto it, and I shall be an inspiration to others who hate their big fat bodies!
Mine is shrinking as we type.
I love you, and Happy New Year. xoxoxo
It’d be really cool if some of you syncophantic Nic-o-philes (and you know who you are) would come on here and put up a resolution having to do with something other than being better at navel gazing. There’s a whole world crying for help from smart, capable young women and men who are willing to help. Even dim beauty contestants saying they want to bring love to the entire universe and peace to the world seem to realize that there’s a broader context beyond themselves…do you? I mean, yeah, Nic says she will pedal for pooches but I suspect there’s a few homeless people in Pittsburgh who could use someone simply coming down to the soup kitchen to ladle out the gruel and it’d be hella easier to do than pedal 300+ miles. She could even do both. Gasp.
Don’t get me wrong. Dogs are great. I have 3 whom I love dearly. But I also spend two mornings a week delivering meals on wheels and all my touchy feely dog experiences totaled up would rarely equal the feeling I get when some old couple smiles when I walk in their door with the only hot meal they’ll have until I see them again. What say, syncophants? Can we at least acknowledge that it’d be a good thing to come away from our mirrors long enough to help another fellow human or two…and make a resolution to that effect?
Humans can help themselves. I have no compassion for someone who does not work.
No wait. That’s two different things, humans helping themselves and having no work.
Without any reference to work: hasn’t some other person reached out to you to help? Did you not feel appreciative of that effort on their part? Do you not feel some need to pay it forward in some way?
Now, about working: Is it your contention that EVERY unemployed person in this big wide world is totally responsible for their unemployment and that if they just had enough drive or desire or incentive that they’d be employed now? Is that what you are saying? OR are you just simply saying you don’t give a flying fuck about any person who is jobless because they are beneath you?
You forgot–or neglected–to ask who reached out to her when she was jobless (besides the federal government). Or perhaps you’re being more tactful than I am :)
If your words are true, then would they not be tactful? One should always say the right thing at the right time, regardless if it’s hasty. ;)
Now here’s a perfect example of wha I’m talking about. Schizophasia. Pure and simple. Or perhaps you’re simply drunk off your ass as you often are this time of the evening. But perhaps the question is not “drunk or demented”…my guess is you are both. This is just so unattractive. So. Very.
Neither.
You’re really ugly.
If a person is without a job, then a person can find a job. On the days before the election, I was walking dogs by a social security office at 6am on Sunday. I noticed graffiti on the ground, likely written the evening before, in chalk. It said, “Don’t use my tax dollars to defend me. Use my tax dollars to feed me.” Here I was, someone who actually maintains a bank account, working my ass off at 6am on Sunday, when others are ASKING for food? Fuck that. If I needed money and had no other choice, I would result to prostitution. Whatever it takes.
And, I shall add, they are not beneath me, simply because they do not work.
They simply do not matter to me.
The only persons who matter to me are those within my circle. Those who have earned it.
My close friends. Certain family members. And that’s about all, folks.
wow JSG, that’s so good of you! bra-fucking-va! bra-va!
My resolution is to get under 100 pounds…I feel fat lately.
;-)
I’m dead serious bubba. Look up “recidivist” in the dictionary and my pic is next to it.
Wendy, you seriously do to need to be here. Anything Nicole Story might say to you would only cause more problems than it would aolve. She is a very troubled young woman.
I prefer “girl.”
Wendy, I hope that either my thin inspirational articles or my own fat pictures shall assist you in achieving that less than 100 mark!!! Very flattered that you are reading my blog, given your aesthetic preferences. :)
JSG – we don’t belong here. We must find a way to connect outside of this nasty place and let the narcissists strain their necks to catch a glimpse of themselves in any reflective surface, dislocate their shoulders patting themselves on their back when they find their reflection agreeable (or, and this word is ruined for me now, “pretty”), and wallow when they (waaaah) feel fat.
Yoga girls can do the back pat quite nicely. ;)
Good to hear from you again. You may be right.
Eh, I’m not a girl nor a young woman. She can’t say anything that will cause me any trouble whatsoever. I’m already in my groove.
That meant to reply to the JS Guy above. Wha’happen?
As Coco Chanel brilliantly coined, “I don’t care what you think about me. I don’t think about you at all.”
**snort**
Love it! Katty…but…when you prove you are as talented as she was and have achieved merely half of what she did…we’ll take that attitude seriously. Otherwise, you’re impressing no one but yourself. Although I’m sure you’re a fine person otherwise.
What do you have against the number 5?
You may be talking to Kat here, I can’t tell…but if it’s me you’re asking the answer is I have nothing against it….but…that having been said, I’m vaguely uncomfortable with any number which has a square root which is, as you are, irrational.
What is your New Year’s Resolution, in one sentence?
I stopped making resolutions several years ago because I found I was setting impossible goals for myself and failing, and failure made me beat up on myself, emotionally. Now, if I see I need to work on something, I just start doing it at the moment I realize it, rather than waiting until January 1.
Sorry, that was more than one sentence :D
I am totally on board with your philosophy of implementing change throughout the year.
January first just so-happened to be the day that I wanted to flaunt my fat, exposing myself to blog readers, divulging my healthy plan to fix it. I desire to know one example of something resolution-esque that exists on your list, when it exists.
Please do keep your friends posted!!!
:D
I dislike the Special K Challenge since it involves eating Nothing but cornflakes with milk. Processed food. As opposed to Proper, real food.
I’d like to see you in your new clothes ;)
Gwendolyn’s red shoes are so cute. :D
Happy new year Nicole! I wish you good luck with your resolution :)
My tiny body shall, indeed, model these clothes for my readers, once a tad of fat has been eliminated.
Happy New Year to vous, Birdie!!!
My resolution is to not waste any days this year being in an unproductive funk.
xoxo
PERFECT resolution.
Love it.
And tell me how your Thursday shall be productive! I want to know!
Aw, thanks for asking! I rocked today. Worked out in the morning and again in the evening, finished a book, and got everything done at work that I needed to get done.
Lean and mean 2013!
I hope you also had a productive day.
LOVE!
Yes. My day was so productive. Taking 19 minutes to rest on my gorgeous linen with Gwendolyn before heading out to see more clients!
xoxoxoxo!
What a cute photo of Jennifer Aniston! I love your resolution for yourself to, basically, be less harsh on yourself and and let yourself gradually go back in weight to where you like to be. There is no hurry! You know you’ll get there, so that certainty will remove any impatience. And in the meantime, you’re still cute as a button and the wonderful being I have grown to love. Besides, it’s winter anyway, we’re all wearing layers. By the time spring comes (May!), you’ll want to show off what you worked hard (but patiently) to achieve.
I don’t make resolutions either. That belongs to symbolism, and symbolism has no truth and does not make things happen. I do believe in convictions and change of heart. I decided to work harder on my mind, which has a tendency to go to dark places, and to force myself, minute after minute, to change my outlook on life towards good, and towards love. I cannot let myself drift away the way I have in 2012. I also want to be less focused on my body and to let it live without my microscopic grip. It does not mean less exercise and clean eating, of course. It just means that knowing that I exercise and eat clean, I can relax and let my body do its thing without trying to notice any little variation from day to day.
Isn’t that funny how we all aspire to be skinny (yes, we do people), but the human skeleton certainly does look horribly ugly like it’s coming from the domain of terrors with its frightening smiling grin?
I love you, this post of yours made me so happy!!!!!!!!!!
Francoise
I didn’t make any resolutions. I thought about “not procrastinating so much”…
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I love this resolution! It’s straight-to-the-point, and not just concerned with this year, but rather it is something that can be improved upon and achieved as you go through life :)