There is a season for everything.
If you are a details orientated person, you may have noticed my URL changed from bikiniorbust.com to donloree.com last week. I won’t fault you if you didn’t notice.
Domain changes are about as exciting as watching grass grow.
Unless you’re the farmer.
I am seriously excited about watching the grass grow these days.
Here’s the deal.
You’re going to get all of me, not just the crazy Figure Competitor part of me. I am going to write from the heart, share my life, and chase more audacious goals.
You are all invited to come along as I write my story because, well, I love you guys.
I know what you must be thinking….
Seriously? There is more crazy? Uh, Donloree…I don’t know if we can take it.
I want to change the world, but in order to do that I need to change, lead, and challenge myself.
I also need to just be me while I do it.
The chapter in my life called ‘Bikini or Bust! Adventures of a Fat Girl Turned Figure Competitor‘ has come to and end.
Celebrating the end of something is an amazing thing.
When I quit being an executive at a web design and SEO firm and started my own business, I planned the ‘Shoploree‘. It was a women’s shopping adventure complete with dinner, private sales and shopping at a boutique, drinks, gift bags, cup cakes, and tons of ridiculousness.
Thirty-eight women had the time of their lives that night and I was blessed to spend the evening with so many amazing women. A speech was made by your’s truly about the value of friends and community and how together we are better all while standing in the display window next to well dressed mannequins.
- Tears may or may not have been shed.
Since you all can’t come to a ‘Shoploree‘ to celebrate the end of Bikini or Bust with me, I have decided to write an ebook about my misadventures while getting fit.
A snippet for your reading pleasure…
If I Die, Please Bring Cheesecake To My Funeral
I Blame Angelina
I have spent more of my life than I would like to admit, hoping and praying that Angelina Jolie would get a muffin top.
She has failed me in every way.
Even after giving birth, she still remains muffin top free. If she had a muffin top and embraced it, all women everywhere would be liberated.
My faith in Angelina to champion the everyday woman was so great that I decided to not be overly concerned about my muffin top. After all, the last thing I would want to be is out of fashion when the muffin top became the next big thing in haute couture.
To be ready for Angelina’s show of daring, I consumed M&Ms, Doritos, white breads, and pastries on a regular basis and also avoided strenuous exercise.
The muffin top has yet to make an appearance at New York Fashion Week. After over a decade of waiting, I finally realized it was never going to happen.
It was time to liberate myself of wearing ‘foundational undergarments’ akin to a straight jacket in order to fit into my clothes. What can I say? I think it’s important to be able to breathe and sit down without looking like you’ve pulled every muscle in your back.
A woman can only wait so long for Angelina to come through for her before its time to change tactics.
It was time to get to get my arse to the gym.
I am editing like a mad woman and more details about the launch of ‘If I Die, Please Bring Cheesecake To My Funeral’ will be coming shortly.
Excited doesn’t even start to describe how I feel about the ebook.
I laughed out loud while editing some of the ridiculousness coming your way.