Party On Dude.... Without Me.

A couple of weekends ago I went out with some of my girlfriends to a bar that I had only been to one other time.

It is a relatively nice bar where sneakers are not allowed and most men tend to wear button down shirts and ties although not de rigour, aren't uncommon either.

I was wearing a nice pair of dark boot cut jeans, high heeled sandals, a cropped, tailored black jacket with a tangerine tank top underneath to provide a pop of color. All in all, I was one hot tamale.

To start out the night we got a table that was perfect for people watching. Unfortunately, I was facing the wrong direction to see the majority of the bar, but I still had a good view of people who were coming in.

While Jen, Lindsey, Colleen and I were enjoying our first drinks, a gentleman came over to the table and starting talking to me.

He said " Hi, my name is Jeff. I wanted to come over and talk to you, but I am with a bachelor party and have to leave to go to another bar. If I give you my phone number, will you call me?"

He was quite good looking and taller than me in heels (always a huge plus). The way that he approached me really impressed me so I told him that I would call him and also gave him my number.

When Jeff left the table, the girls asked me if I knew him. I responded that I hadn't ever seen him before and Colleen said "I hate you" jokingly in reference to the entire situation. All the women agreed that nothing like that had ever happened to them before. It felt pretty damn good to be singled out like that.

Later that night I was on the dance floor by myself. When I get tipsy, I don't care who is watching, I love to dance and I just get out there. Since it was pretty crowded out there it didn't really matter anyway.

So, I am out there doing my thing and this cute guy starts dancing with me. We danced and danced and danced. I had to leave to go to the bathroom and then went back to my table. Later on I went back out and danced with him some more.

His name was Brent and he is a P.E. teacher in a school district about 2 hours away. He was up for the weekend with some friends and had a party bus to take him and his friends back to their hotel.

Brent invited me to go with them on the party bus. At the time I was just tipsy enough to think that it was a good idea. Luckily my friends were watching out for me and Jen reminded me that I drove here there and had to sober up to drive her home.

I stopped drinking and started sobering up for the drive home. Brent kept pestering me to go with him to the hotel. He offered to ride with me and have me drive him back. Then he wanted his friend to come. He kept at it so much that I got really uncomfortable with him even being at the table.

Right before the bar closed Jen and I were sitting at the table and Brent was there still trying to get me to drive him to his hotel with his creepy friends who had been watching us dance all night. He turned to his friend and his friend gave him something small and he had it in his hand.

Jen turns to me and said "I don't know what it is, but his friend just handed him something small and he has it in his hand right now. It could be a pill, a condom or something else, but I think it was a pill."

What the eff???

I turn to Brent and demand to see what is in his hand. He opens his left hand and I make him show me his right hand. He opens his hand to reveal a small, dark green pill.

DANGER WILL ROBINSON!!!!!

I asked what the pill was and he told me that it was a vitamin because he is a body builder. So, I told him to take the pill. He said "Now?" and I said "Yes!". He swallowed the pill, but that was the last nail in the coffin for me.

Who in their right mind brings a vitamin at the bar? No one, that's who. I don't care if you are a body builder, Albert Einstein or Tony Gazelle. No one brings vitamins to the bar. Especially if you don't want to be accused of adding said "vitamin" to someones drink to incapacitate them.

My friends and I started walking out of the bar and Brent followed me and said "Don't you trust me?" I turned around and said "I met you at a bar. I don't know you. I don't trust anyone." and then I turned back around and continued walking out the door.

My friends were about 10 feet ahead of me. I look behind me and Brent is nowhere to be seen. He must have still been in the bar.

Surrounded by people who were leaving the bar and getting hot dogs from the vendor out side, I yell to my friends "RUN" and take off as fast as I can behind them. We run around the corner and they are still running at high speed. I holler at them to stop so that I can catch up. Then I tell them to get behind me so that if Brent comes around the corner he can't see me.

We get to our cars safely with no sign of Brent or his creepy friends. Some conversation ensues about how crazy and ridiculous the entire situation was and then we separate into our respective cars and meet back up at Denny's.

You can't go out to the bar without getting 4th meal, right?

The rest of the night goes on without a hitch. We sit and talk about the entire evening (we dubbed Brent with the nickname Cialis) and about everything that girls talk about when they are alone at a table together.

I go home and my last thought before falling asleep was that never in my life has a night out gone from such a high to such a low in that short of time.

P.S. Jeff called the following Tuesday. No plans for a date yet, but we shall see.

Here She Is... Miss 80 Pounds Down

Me and my Weight Watchers leader Lisa. I LOVE that woman. This was taken when I hit 75 pounds.

Here are my official 80 pounds down photos.

Definitely curvy.

Showing off my least favorite body part right now...my arms...ugh!

If we are facing in the right direction, all we have to do is keep on walking

For the past week I have been feeling a bit discouraged. I have been tired and have been forcing myself to work out every day.

Last week the weather was nice and I was able to be outside to work out for 3 days. It was wonderful to feel to sun on my back as I walked around the paths in the office park where I work. There was even some laughable attempts at jogging, but I just don't think that my body is ready for it.

I want to be able to do whatever I want. If I want to run 2 miles my mind is convinced that my body should be able to do it. My body, on the other hand, is quite adamant that it is NOT ready for running or jogging. After about 200 yards or 30-45 seconds, I am panting like I have run a marathon. It is VERY frustrating.

This week I have been driven back to the exercise room due to temperatures on the low 30's during my work out time. What used to be a comfortable place, now seems like a dingy prison. Even with the music blasting in my ears I am bored looking at the same four walls day in and day out. The same 2-3 people come in while I am there but for the most part I am alone. Left to my thoughts and now I am seeing those thought turn dark and depressing.

I have come so far and I know that I am not going to give up. My dark thoughts are fleeting for the most part, but it still bothers me that I am having them.

I am seriously considering joining a gym with part of the stimulus package. What a better way to put it to use? Stimulate the economy while I stimulate my mind and body.

I fould a quote that I find very helpful when I am feeling dark & twisty like I have been in the past week.

"Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it.

Boldness has genius power and magic in it"

Goethe

Does Miss Manners Have A Chapter For This?

I wondered if it would even happen. If I would get the dreaded question. It was probably only a matter of time before it happened, but even so, I was ill prepared.

"Did you have Gastric Bypass Surgery"?

There was a strange dichotomy of joy and fury.

Joy because, hey, I have lost a lot of weight and for most people in todays society with GBS being so prevalent, they think that they only way that people can lose is to get sliced open and have the majority of your stomach stapled or removed. People have noticed the large weight loss and may think that it is a compliment. The media has brainwashed the masses into believing that self control is almost non-existent and that because we live in a self indulgent society that there is just no way that people can lose weight the old fashioned way. Eat less. Move more.

Then comes the fury. Who the hell do you think you are by assuming that I had to get cut open to do what I have done? Do I look like someone with no self control? Have you not observed me exercising nearly every day and bringing in healthly, portion controlled meals? If you assume that I had surgery, then you haven't been paying attention.

Instead of asking me if I had surgery, it would be more polite to ask me flat out how I lost the weight that I have. Believe me, I am so excited and have immersed myself so fully into this lifestyle that I can do on ad nauseum about Weight Watchers, exercise, menus, activity points, etc. etc. etc.

Phew! It felt good to get that off my still size D chest.

Have I told you all that I am now able to shop in regular stores? How cool is that. I am still at the point where I can shop plus sizes if I want to, but I CAN shop regular sizes too. Currently I am in a size 16 (getting pretty close to a 14) or a size XL.

Oh, and I also forgot to tell you. Last week I officially made over 75 pounds lost. Actually it was 77.9. Due to a volcano that is currently residing on my chin, I decided to wait to take my 75 pounds down photo until the volcano was slightly smaller than Mt. Vesuvius.

Well, this week I went in expecting not to lose anything. It had been a good week, but my scale at home wasn't showing much movement. Shock the shit out of me. I am officially down 80.1 pounds. That means instead of a 75 lb. pic, you will be all blessed with an 80 pounds lost pic this weekend or early next week.

A Letter I Wish I Could Have Written 10 Years Ago

Hi Self,

I have been here with you for the past 34 years. I know that you are tired and that you want to play with your son and that you just get way too tired.

People love you for who you are, but I know that you aren't happy with yourself. The way that clothing fits, how tight theater and airline seats are, feeling like people are watching you eat, the pain in your feet and back.

I know that you are scared to lose weight because of things that have happened in the past. You are incarcerated in the fat and flab that you think protects you. It isn't protecting you. It is imprisoning you.

Just start today. Just give it a shot. It works. Really! I know you can do it. I am here waiting for you. The freedom you will feel is exhilarating.

You will feel sexy and energetic. Your clothing will fit and look good on you. Men will notice your confidence and you will get the attention that you never thought you deserved.

You will still be loved. But now you will be inspiring and respected and admired.

P.S. It isn't as hard as you think it is.

Love,

Me

Random Bar Conversations

This is an actual conversation that I had with a guy at the club. I had previously scoped him out for my friend Eric to find out if he was gay or straight. He was straight but followed me back to my table so I quickly introduced him to a girl that I had befriended at the table next to mine.




Me: It looks like you are having luck at the bar. Are you taking her home with you?

Him: I would rather take you home with me.

Me: I'm celibate.

Him: I'm Rodney.


And that is why I doubt that I will ever meet a Mensa member at the club.

Meh!

Well, I had my date last night. We met at a small bar for a drink and sat and chatted for about an hour.

Me, smarty pants that I am, had a self imposed time limit on the date. I promised my babysitter that I would be home by 8:00 which forced me to leave an hour after I arrived. I think that it was a good thing.

My date, we'll call him Martin, looked a bit older than his 32 years. He grew up in California and has a passion for fishing and so this could account for the lines around his eyes and mouth. What it didn't explain is why he talked like a fifty year old man.

I am not sure how to explain this. He talked like a 50 year old life long smoker. The way his mouth moved. It was very strange. I knew that he was only 32 but he looked 15 years older.

I was fine with him looking older, heck, it makes me look younger still. But, I doubt that I will see him again.

Almost the entire time we were talking, he was bad mouthing his ex-wife and her family. It was obvious that there are a lot of issues that he has yet to work through in regards to the dissolution of that relationship while still having to be in contact with her because of their child.

I totally understand. I was there myself for a few years. It can be so frustrating that it can nearly consume you. But I have moved past that and don't want to really deal with the baggage that comes along with emotions being so close to the surface.

On a brighter note, I have been asked out on a date by Aaron, a very sweet guy that I met Saturday night. Not sure if he is my type either, but I have no problem going on a date with him to get to know him better.

This is not the guy that called me when I was at work. His name is John and we chatted for a few minutes while I was headed to meet Martin last night. Hopefully he will call me again. He is the closest to what I would consider my type of all of the men that I have met recently.

I should have decided that I didn't want to date a long time ago. I would probably be married by now... LOL

Freaking Out Right Now

I have a date. A semi-blind date. We have seen photos of each other and talked on the phone but haven't met in person.

I haven't had a date since July of 2006. I am really nervous.

I don't know why I am freaking out. He has seen photos from before I started losing weight to photos that were taken last Saturday. He knows what I look like and what to expect.

Maybe I am nervous because for the first time, there is a bit of potential. He is funny, good looking and a great conversationalist.

On a very strange note...his ex wife has the same name as I do.. then we found out that we both work in the insurance industry. Then we found out that his ex and I work for the same company.

I don't know her. She works in a different building. I just thought that the coincidences were very strange.

How crazy is that?

Oh, and while I was writing this, I got a call from another gentlemen that I met. I was still at work and told him that I would call him right back.

All of this right when I decided that I wasn't looking to date.

Call The Fire Department (Yeah, I Am That Hot)!

I went out with my friends on Saturday night dancing and had a fantastic time. I had a few drinks and met a few people but the best part is that I just felt sexy as hell the entire night.

I even have evidence...

I was uploading this photo and I realized, I am one sexy bitch.

For the past 5-10 years I have just felt diminished as a person the larger that I became. I am finally starting to feel like the hot, sexy woman that I deserve to be.

When I compared the photo to my previous favorite photo (seen below), I am finally realizing how far I have come (68 pounds down so far ...Holla!) and the fact that I am only half way to my goal weight doesn't mean that I am not allowed to feel sexy until then.

I spent half the night dancing with a 25 year old cutie and definitely worked off (most) of the calories that I consumed in the Rum and diet Cokes that I drank.

I just feel so damn fabulous.

P.S. What do you think about the bangs? I ♥ them!

Mo' Money! Mo' Money!

I have been reading for weeks about the death knell of CRT televisions or any kind of television without a high definition receiver. I was reading article after article to try and see how much the converter boxes were going to run and which converter box would work the best for me etc. etc. etc.

It didn't take long for me to realize that as long as you have cable you were good to go without a converter box.

Then my TV died. It was 10 years old and worked perfectly up until yesterday morning. It started fading. You could still see the picture but it looked like it had been out in the sun for a year. Then the flickering started and occasionally it would black out to a thin line and then go back to full screen. It would do this a few times and then go back to the faded picture again.

I have a really large living room so anything smaller than a 30 inch screen would look like a dollhouse TV. I started pricing out all of the televisions out there and although I knew that they were pricey, I didn't realize exactly how expensive they were. To get an HDTV with the same screen size was going to cost at least $559.00 and that was the super cheap ones.

I don't know about you, but I don't have $600 lying around to use willy nilly on anything that I want. I tend to budget things and even with my quarterly bonus and tax return, I had pretty much already allocated them to other things like paying the hospital bill, airline tickets to Seattle this summer and paying off a credit card.

I am not a techie. I don't have to have the latest and greatest and frankly, it pisses me off that the majority of stores no longer even carry the CRT style of television that is less than half the price of the Plasma, LCD, Projection styles for the same screen size.

Sears is one of the few stores that still sells them and they were pretty reasonably priced at $299.00 for a 32 inch model. I probably would have gone there to purchase a new TV, but instead started scouring Craigslist.

If my TV was going to go on the fritz, this is the perfect time. Lots of people upgraded to HD or Plasma for the SuperBowl and want to get rid of their old TV. I was able to find a 32 inch television that is only 2 years old for $150 and a 25 inch that is 4 years old for $70. Since the television in my bedroom is borrowed and REALLY old, I figured that since I could get two televisions for less than a new CRT one, that is what I would do.

I will be picking them both up on Friday. Then I won't go cross-eyed when I am trying to watch the Biggest Loser episode that is currently sitting on my TiVo.

When Love Is Not Enough

I know that I haven't been posting much. My life is very hectic right now but I wanted to pop in and give you an update.

I am down 62.5 pounds so far for an average weekly weight loss of 1.8 pounds. I know that the first 60 pounds made a big difference, but I think that the next 60 pounds lost will be incredible to see.

My next goal is 75 pounds lost by April 1. I am pretty sure that I can hit that goal and will be sure to post photos.

I still read everyone's blogs and although I rarely comment, I want you to know that I enjoy everything.

One blog in particular , Boobs, Injuries & Dr. Pepper, had a post that made me cry but also made me angry and proud.

PLEASE, PLEASE go and read it here:

http://boobsinjuriesanddrpepper.blogspot.com/2008/01/will-write-for-food.html

I have never donated to someone based on a blog post, but I did today. Go and read it and I know that you will do what you can.

Going to call my Nana kisses,

Rachel

Mac Attack

I was around 11 or 12 and had just boiled noodles for macaroni and cheese and realized that I needed the strainer.

I bent down the get the strainer and failed to notice that my hand was still on the handle of the pot and it was sitting on the counter right above me and accidentally dumped boiling hot water on my head.

Genius that I am, I always put butter in the water to give the noodles a better taste. Of course, this helps keep the heat in too.

I screamed and ran into the bathroom and stuck my head under the bathtub faucet. My mom brought me a bucket and we filled it and I stood there leaning over the side of the bathtub with my head in the bucket of cold water for about 20 - 30 minutes.

When I was feeling better and had my hair in a towel, my mom brought me a bowl of the macaroni and cheese (the noodles had stayed in the pan). I didn't want it, but when me sister told my mom that she was stupid for bringing it to me because there was no way that I would want it after I dumped the boiling water on my head, I ate it and told my mom that it was really good so that I didn't hurt her feelings.

Got any good stories about hurting yourself?

Chuffage ~ A Tale of Two Stomachs

Sunday dinner is a big thing at my house. My room mate makes a big dinner and invites lots of people over.

Last night was "Soul Food Sunday". Fried chicken, greens, mac & cheese, cornbread and a salad. I started out great with about 1/2 cup mac & cheese, a huge salad, 1 small piece of cornbread and 1 piece of boneless skinless chicken that had been breaded and fried.

I ate my meal and was pleasantly full. I didn't want anything else.

About an hour later I went into the kitchen and everything still looked so good, I made myself another place with more mac & cheese, another piece of chicken and 2 pieces of cornbread.

I basically inhaled it and within 2 minutes of eating everything I had shooting pains in my stomach and major cramping. I haven't felt that way ever. I was on the couch doubled over in pain. I went to the bathroom and most of what I had eaten came back up.

It was just too much for my body and my smaller stomach to handle.

Before WW I could have eaten that and gone back for dessert.

I did track everything and before the chuffage, my dinner came to 38 points. After the chuffage I took back half of the weeklies that I had used (11 out of 22).

I definitely learned my lesson last night.

Wordless Hump Day Hottie

This weeks Hump Day Hottie is ~ Michelangelo's David

Hump Day Hottie

This weeks Hump Day Hottie was born in a small town in Washington State in October of 1973 to BonBon, a home maker, and Den, a pulp mill worker. She had two older siblings, Ria and MacKeiver.

She grew up less than an hour from the ocean and had regular trips there during her childhood whether it was to fly kites, clam dig or play in the surf.

When she was 10, her parents divorced and at the age of 14 her mother remarried and she moved over 2 hours away near Mt. Rainier. She hated it there. The nearest "town" was 7 miles away and to get to school it wasn't even the short bus, but the school districts station wagon that picked her up.

Between her Junior and Senior year, she moved again into the city, but missed her friends from school and continued on with school just to graduate, not making many friends her last year because the classes that were Senior classes in her old school, were Freshman classes in her new one.

Probably the worst decision she ever made was to not go to college, but instead worked at such jobs like Dairy Queen, Sbarro's, and a 7-Eleven type store. She did get promoted to the corporate office, but was downsized just a year later.

At the age of 24, this weeks Hump Day Hottie gave birth to her only child, Devon and then 3 months later relocated to Michigan, where she still resides today.

Currently, this weeks HDH works as an insurance agent and has recently lost over 50 pounds on Weight Watchers.

This weeks Hump Day Hottie is ~ RachelG1016

The Television Dilemma

You know that the TiVo pickings are getting slim when you are excited about having your soap opera recorded every day so that you at least have SOMETHING to watch.

Most of the weekly shows that I watch are either done for the season because they ran out of episodes, or they are spacing them out and putting a filler show in every other week or so.

Some of the shows did a pretty decent mid-season finale considering that they don’t have anything else to show us, such as Desperate Housewives.

Now I am having a dilemma. What shows should I start recording now that my usual picks are done 6 months early? I can only watch so many Little People, Big World episodes and Big Brother 9 doesn’t start until February (I do have to say that I am really excited about it coming 6 months early).

I am sure that the new Survivor series will start relatively soon along with American Idol, but to be honest with you, I can’t handle watching ONLY reality tv. I need some dialogue that is scripted!! I need talented actors that can convey more than annoyance, boredom and cockiness.

I am also totally bummed that the second season of Dexter is over. I found it this season and am now totally addicted. I am planning on going to get the first season on DVD so that I can sit and learn some more of the back story. Michael C. Hall ROCKS!!!

What are you planning to TiVo or to watch in lieu of your favorite shows?

I Hope Turning 50 Feels As Good As This

I walked into my meeting last night with trepidation. I knew that I had stuck to the program, but was it enough to reach my short term goal of 50 pounds? I didn't know but since I had given myself until the day after Christmas to reach it I was OK either way. After putting my jacket in a chair, I went to the bathroom (every little bit helps) and then head to the front desk.

Lisa (my meeting leader) greeted me and we chatted for a few moments while she got me a new tracking booklet as I had used the last spot on the first one the week before. I took off my zip up hoodie and shoes and step on the scale.

It always takes a few seconds for the weight to come up but we can't see it. They have it only on the screen that they can see. It seems like it takes forever.

Lisa looked at me and said "How do you think you did?"

I replied saying, "I think that I hit my goal", meaning that I reached my 50 pound loss goal.

She waits a few more seconds and said, "You are down 50.1 pounds!"

I laughed and gave Lisa a high 5.

During the meeting she presented me with my 50 pound keyring and asked me to tell people what I am doing to lose weight.

I discussed food journaling, not grazing or inadvertantly snacking and also exercising. The same things that I have talked about every other time when I hit a milestone.

I went home and told my room mate and called a few friends. Everyone was really excited that I had hit my goal 2 weeks early and I went out with a few friends to celebrate. I drank water and sang some karaoke and met some cool people. One guy even had the bartender send me a drink because I sang his favorite Christmas song. I felt bad that I didn't drink it, but I had already used my daily points so I made sure that I thanked him and subtly moved it over to where there were a few more drinks sitting in front of other people.

This morning I went online trying to find anything that shows what 50 pounds of fat looks like, but I could only find 1 pound and 5 pounds. So, here is a photo of 5 pounds of fat. I have lost 10 of these.

Don't worry, I haven't forgotten my promise. I will be posting a full length photo of myself sometime this weekend. I will also be posting some full body before photos as well so that you can see the difference.

Hump Day Hottie ~ Guest Post

Today’s HDH was born in Umbria, Italy on September 30, 1964. Her mother was a painter and her father owned a trucking company.

She speaks Italian, French, and English fluently and has acted in each of these languages, as well as Aramaic.

She began modeling at age 16. She initially went to school to become a lawyer, and by modeling, she helped finance her tuition while at the University of Perugia. In 2004, while pregnant with her daughter, she posed nude for the Italian Vanity Fair magazine in protest against Italian laws that allow only married couples to use in-vitro fertilization and that prevent the use of donor sperm.

Her English film career began in 1992 as one of Dracula’s brides in Bram Stoker’s Dracula. She is perhaps best known for her role as Persephone in The Matrix Reloaded and The Matrix Revolutions followed by her portrayal of Mary Magdalene in The Passion of the Christ. Out of her all her movies roles, my personal favorite was when she played a doctor in Nigeria being rescued by U.S. forces in Tears of the Sun. If you are looking for a good horror film, I highly recommend 2001’s Brotherhood of the Wolf, in which she also stars.

She is married to fellow actor Vincent Cassel (lucky guy!), with whom she has appeared in several films and had a daughter, named Deva, born September 12, 2004.

This weeks Hump Day Hottie (courtesy of Jaybird) is ~ Monica Bellucci

Thoughts On The Past Six Months

I have one day to go to make it a full 6 months on Weight Watchers. I started on June 13th, and this week is week 26 for me.

In the past 6 months I have lost 44.5 pounds which is nearly a third of my total goal of 147.5. That is amazing to me. Six months ago I was busting out of my 24's and now my 20's are getting too big. My feet have gone down a size and my ring finger has gone from a 10 to at least a 7.

I feel so much better. I can sleep the whole night through and not have horrible back pain in the morning. I can go dancing and be on the floor for 3-4 hours and my legs don't ache and my feet barely hurt, even when I wear heels.

I feel attractive again. I used to feel like I was the biggest, ugliest person in the room. Now, I might be the biggest sometimes, but I know how far I have come and that I am becoming as beautiful on the outside as my friends tell me that I am on the inside.

I have had a few splurges like birthdays and last Monday with my 20 point leftover extravaganza, but I haven't ever felt like I was being deprived and I never went over my weekly points except for the time that my son was in the hospital. I feel better, I look better, heck, I probably even smell better now that I don't have fat and grease from fast food in my body.

I don't know if I ever would have started this journey if it wasn't for my mom. She offered to pay for WW for the first 3 months as a birthday present and I almost turned her down. I would have been a fool to do that. I love the program and the people that I have met while on it.

People say that they won't change if they lose a lot of weight. I want to change. I want to be a more confident person. I want to feel that I am worth something and I can't wait until I see my mothers face when she sees me for the first time after I have lost so much weight. She lives on the other side of the country and I won't see her until next summer. I hope that I will be down 100 pounds by then.

I never thought that I would stick it out. I have no willpower. What I discovered is that if I want it bad enough, and I take it seriously enough, I can achieve whatever I put my mind to.

Thank you to EVERYONE on here who has inspired me, given me a wakeup call or made me take myself not so seriously and filled my day with laughter.

P.S. ~ Only 5.5 pounds to go before I post a full body photo (I will be clothed LOL)

Hump Day Hottie

This weeks HDH was born on September 18, 1973 in Stillwater, OK. He has 2 sisters and 2 brothers.

He was a member of the Delta Tau Delta Fraternity when he attended Oklahoma State University.

He is a former Versace model.

His got his first acting job on the pilot episode of The Nanny.

He also appeared on other shows such as Saved By The Bell and Party of Five.

He lost out to Edward Norton for a role in Primal Fear and turned down the lead role in 54 which late went to Ryan Phillippe.

He has been married to Lisa Linde since 2000 and has 2 children, Jack and Mary James.

His is most famous for his role as Cyclops in the X-Men trilogy and as Lois Lane’s love interest in Superman Returns but many women will recognize him as Lon Hammond Jr. from The Notebook or as Corny Collins in Hairspray.

He is currently starring as Prince Edward in the Disney movie Enchanted.

This weeks Hump Day Hottie is ~ James Marsden