Thursday, August 16, 2007

The Me I Want to See

I know lots of people lose weight and see their bodies transform. I did a little... for over a year I would drag myself out of bed and work out before work... just me, Whitney and some jump ropes that we would become very intimate with. But it was not like this. We pushed ourselves, but I admit I'm not as hard on me as I could be. If it hurts... I will stop.

Taking the sculpt, cardio, step, core and kickboxing classes (yes, all those every week!) has pushed me far passed the highest fitness level I thought I was capable of. Yes I'm usually the heaviest girl there, but I push my body maybe harder than any other woman in the room, until I'm literally standing in a pool of sweat and exhaustion. Every workout feels like the hardest of my life. Every day I'm sore and tired and just a little more disappointed in my body.

I've watched the numbers on the scale move down over the passed months but that's not the same as seeing your body change... seeing it do something it has never done. At my thinest, when I was seventeen, I weighed exactly 20 pounds less than I do today, but I was just a smaller version of my squishy self. I don't just want a lower number, I want to see muscles where there was fat. I want to be able to feel my skin tight against muscle, not squish. I want to look as strong as I know I am. I know... who doesn't want that... but I've never had that! It's not like I ate myself this way, I was like this when I was 8, when I was 12, when I was 18. I've never had an even remotely toned waist, arms, or back. I would love to know what that's like. If you were born skinny... appreciate it, because I would love to trade my 10 hours a week working out for sleep or time with Eric. But I can't. and it never feels wholy worth it because even though I bust my ass harder than every perfectly toned body in the room, I still have to slip into size 10 jeans in the locker room. Well tonight, I finally got something. Something for my hours and my sweat and my continual abstinance from all bread, alcohol, Starbucks, alcohol, cereal, alcohol and not sleeping in on my days off and going to the gym instead. Finally, a change.

Tonight I was putting lotion on my back, looking in the mirror, and as I reached up my back muscles tightened and there was definition where there once was unexplainable fat, and I looked strong. I was mesmerised. I never look strong... no one ever would believe that I can run 4 or 5 miles or do the advanced fitness classes or kickbox with excellent form and speed. I look like I sit on the couch and eat. Well tonight I looked like my body was capable of something greater, I finally looked as strong as I feel... it was a first. I always feel like the real me is hiding in a fat suit. Tonight, I was finally getting to see a little of the me I've known, or hoped, was there. Suddenly, the sacrifices were all worth it.

Saturday, August 11, 2007

A. L. O. H. A.

So on Monday I had my meeting with the TLC manager (does anyone have any idea what that stands for?) from the East Garrison town development. I'm going to be honest, it was as scary, scarier than I expected. I got lost so I was ten minutes late, so I started off on the wrong foot right from the beginning. I looked great, was confidant, not pushy, but also clearly ignorant to the way in which the big bad world of business worked.

Ryan Bloom immediately asked me if I had developed a business plan. I said I was working on one (I don't know what that is). He asked what kind of experience I had in operating a small business. I said this would be my first business, other than the small record company my fiance and I run (damn... can we talk about how much I know about tanning?). He asked me about how much I was planning to pay in rent, utilities, etc. I said I didn't have all those numbers figured just yet (can I leave and try this again???).

Bloom talked fast, moved fast, & demanded the same from me. I had far fewer answers than I expected to have. He looked at me, told me not to be nervous, and drew out a blank piece of paper. He drew where the development would be, showing the locations of Salinas, Monterey, and Marina and how when they are connected they make a triangle around East Garrison. Two more circles within the triangle became the two large housing developments going in and a square became CSUMB. This will be my market. This is the community I must prove to him that I am absolutely essential to. There will only be 32 vendors, and each one will be hand picked, the best of the best. He told me that If you go to a town in Italy, there will be a butcher shop there for 400 years... because it fits, it's essential. I have to prove to be that. And the question was put to me, am I?

I am, know I am. I know that what i have to offer is fresh, hott, nothing like you'll find in any other local salon. I had this part prepared, the pitch for the concept behind my business. What sets me apart from Sun Your Buns, Sahara Sun, Hollywood Tan, or Janika? It was good, and he was impressed with my fire.

He said that he had to be honest, most people pitching their ideas to him had more experience, and were older... but my ideas are good. He asked me to submit my plan to him in the next couple weeks. I've since learned what a business plan is, and I hope to floor him with mine. it's made up of four components:

Who am I
What are my ties to the community

My idea
What makes it different
What are the strengths and challenges
How will I appeal to locals, students, visitors, tourist
Designs and/or what makes my system better than others
Why should this be the only concept of its type in their whole village

My education
Work experience in the industry
What you know about trends, new concepts, health, safety...

How will you finance the project, bank loans, financial model or simple projections of costs and expenses

Yeah... it feels a lot like homework! But this will be the most important grade I ever get! Oh but that's not all, there will be an oral exam on September 17th! He's asked me to come to a cocktail party if I am in fact serious about this venture! OMG... sooo scary! Other business owners, adults who know this shit! Oh how I wish this was Eric's deal and I could be the cute bird on his arm... but it's not, this will be all me having to be a confidant budding business woman!

So... how have I started on my plan? I'm working on an acronym for Aloha... wanna help? It's supposed to be a good way to submit your business' motto... I'm thinking "A" is for "Anyone know what the fuck I'm doing, because I don't"

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Friday, August 10, 2007

What Cori and Jen Learned Last Night

Asian men love Cori.

Creepy men named Jeffery will literally chase Jen no matter how much we blatenly ignore, run, or hide!

There is almost nowhere to eat within stumbling distance of alvarado at 1am on a Thursday.

In addition to Asian men, lesbians also love Cori.

Tokyo Tea seriously affect's one's ability to talk... or text... or function.

Cats are not allowd in Denny's. Even if you try 3 times with the cat under your shirt... the staff is clever.

Doc's always sucks... and never deserves a second chance!

There are A LOT of fat ugly chicks in Monterey.

There are A LOT of creepy short guys in Monterey.

We really hope these groups don't interbreed.

Toilet seat covers make awesome post-dancing face blotters.

If you are dancing WHILE drinking all calories are cancelled out. It's a law of science. Like gravity.

Monday, August 6, 2007

Cori the Grown-up

So for me, today is one of those defining days, one of those days that makes you feel keenly aware of the responsibilities attatched with being a grown-up, one of those days where the full weight of the important decisions in life makes itself known, one of those days that is both exciting anf terrifying all at once.

As most of you know, Eric and I are taking the first baby steps towards opening a tanning salon. I've been mentally playing around with just the fun stuff, what kind of beds will I have, what kind of services will be offered, what will I call it. Well today I have to do something real, something concrete. Today I'm meeting with Ryan Bloom, the project supervisor for the East Garrison town center that is being put in Fort Ord. This is where we are hoping to open. If any of you have seen the drawings for what is planned to go in, you know it's gonna be a hot shit location for new businesses. Tons of housing developments are going up, there will be an amphitheater (in addition to attacting bigger acts, they are hoping it will be a venue for local bands too! fuck yeah!), restaurants, a shuttle that goes to and from csumb... can you say target demographic!

I am totally excited about today, but pretty much scared shitless too. I drew up a rough floor plan, figured out what kind of square footage I will need, etc... and it looks good, but at the same I have a nagging lack of self confidence that comes with doing something you've absolutely never done. not to mention, I am only twenty two, so there is that little fear of not being taken seriously, or saying something stupid out of ignorance.

I've done my homework, I really have, and I plan to try to be as confidant as I can, while staying totally humble and open to learn. so with my plans in my trembling little hand, I'm off to go see the wizard... to ask for a chance.

Below are some pictures of what the East Garrison town center, including the arts district, residential plan, and commercial area, should look like, as well as the floor plan I've put together for Aloha Hawai'i Tanning Salon (also liking Aloha Gold Tanning Salon... I dont know, that's not sooo important right now).