"Don't Forget to Tag Me!" your glorified life on social media

An undignified account of female insanity on Instagram

 As you struggle to choose a filter with a witty caption for your 712 followers on your private instagram account, just know that we all do it. Posting a picture that has already been approved by your 13 closest friends in a group chat that they act as if they've never seen once it's posted on IG. Commenting fire emojis and immature sexual references that only females in their 20s can get away with. Questioning; Did you post at a good time? Why are there only 17 likes in 7 minutes? Should you take it down? Should you take a Xanax? Is instagram down?  What a time to be alive. Instagram is the most widely used social networking service in 2019. Home to influencers, celebrities, exes and narcissists alike.  

We all know them. The daily-selfie-posting, insta story "Ask me whatever, I'm bored" type girl. Providing us with an unrequested play by play of their daily glorified life as if they're Kim K. The self proclaimed influencer with 4,000 followers on their private instagram account that we can't bring ourselves to unfollow. Social Media is wild, you can portray or falsify anything you want. You can literally buy followers and likes and even comments. It's basically a sorority. You want your ex to think you're living your best life now that you're broken up? f*ck it, why not repost those Barbados pics from May 2018 you little jet setter! In bed by 8pm on a Saturday night?  search your camera roll, you've got some saved thirsty AF club pics for that.   

Editing Photos

I'm all for a little innocent touch up, but editing yourself to look like a double zero in your vacation pics when you're a solid Old Navy size 8 isa bit of a stretch sweetie. Who are these enabling friends of yours commenting "you look SO good here!" why is no one inquiring on the uneven tile from the waist edits that warped the floor? why is there no concern for the structure of the building. this is getting out of hand. Also, men's unawareness to female photo editing is obnoxious, (especially with their keen ability to eyeball a gram. we know you have that attention to detail ability.) Truthfully though, even some guys edit their pictures. I don't know a single Chicago club promoter that doesn't over use the teeth whitening feature or appear to have no pores in his photos. (sit down with your dewey complexion and white strips. we see you.) we're not coming to your club to sit at an overcrowded table with 17 other girls to share one bottle. a ration of vodka. but thanks, we appreciate the invite.

  

Instagram & Exe's

There are few things worse than going on instagram and deciding to watch your exe's story only to find that they literally posted it 37 seconds ago. Great job playing hard to get you little thirst bucket, there's no turning back now, f*ck it, might as well like those vacation pics you're still tagged in from 2016.  Instagram raises the bar for contacting exes, sliding in DMs and getting caught sliding in the DMs of exes. (full circle)

We all do it. Hoping he sees your instagram story and relieved when he finally does like it was some deliberate attempt to win you back. Majority of the time he just happens to be scrolling through instagram and clearing out his story feed while using the restroom or bored on the red line.   

Instagram is the perfect spot to stalk your exe's newest fling. Her insta is private? No problem, we all have a friend with a fake insta account to send her a follow request so we can all judge like mature adults. 

Trying to prove you’re a good person on Social Media

 Bible verses in your bio. We get it, you had a slutty phase in college, nothing a Proverb or John 3:16 in your bio is going to fix. I think it's a red flag when people have too many pictures of grandparents and extended family members in their feed to try and look family oriented. everyone loves their family. this is not ancestry.com...everyone’s held their cousin before, no need to flaunt it on social media. posting good deeds on your story. half the point of doing a good deed is doing it without recognition. if you're donating to cancer or feeding the homeless on your lunch break that's awesome, but let's refrain from a play by play. we get it, you give back, write it off in your taxes. also, who are these people posting insta stories at church? who do you even ask about their wifi password to get to this point? 

PSA: Things you can refrain from doing on Instagram

1. LA>NYC>CHI ...girls, you can stop including a timeline of your residency in your bio. we do not need a play by play of your change of address. this is not the postal service. we get it, you've moved. be sure to contact USPS and forward your address.

2. Buying Likes and Followers. I know you think people can't tell, but we can tell. How do you know so many people from Indonesia with 3-7 followers and zero posts? 

3. Pic Collages. It's 2019. Please stop trying to make these happen.

4. Bible verses in your bio. We get it, you had a slutty phase in college. Nothing a Proverb in your bio is going to fix.

5. Including the instagram handle of your significant other in your bio. We get it, someone cheated.  

6. Self proclaimed "modeling photos" ...Nothing says you’re going through a mid life crisis in need of attention like paying a sub par  “photographer” to take half naked modeling photos of you that you casually scatter along your instagram feed over a 12 month window with absurd inspirational quote captions that loosely relate to the boudoir photos. 

7. Posting Birthday or Mother's/Father's Day posts for a parent who doesn't even have social media and will never see it.  

Red Flags We Ignore During Relationships

Before you send that third unanswered text to a man saved in your phone as “Do Not Answer”, hear me out. Break ups suck. There are few things worse than having your heart repeatedly stomped on by a man you once loved for years of your life and publicly posted overly staged laughing photos with on social media. We know you’re hurting and you thought this was going to last forever, but you’ve got something so much better waiting for you baby girl. So delete that Pinterest board of wedding ring inspiration (that thankfully your 17 year old sister showed you how to make private), block his number and get yourself a damn bumble. Your ex is most likely trolling on instagram sliding in the DMs of some 22 year old self proclaimed instagram model. (She’s seen your multiple “Hey Gorgeous” messages sir. She’s not interested.) I know when we’re heartbroken we tend to reminisce on the good times (like forehead kisses, sharing that $7 a month Netflix account and questioning every single girl he follows on social media like you don’t have their instagram handles memorized) but he’s an idiot for letting you go. Let’s take a moment to recall (and make fun of) the obnoxiously obvious red flags we ignored during our facebook official love affair with that as*hole.

Telling you what you Want to Hear 

You genuinely cared about this man. You took the time to learn every little annoying thing about him and all he did was spoon feed you b.s. in hopes of clearing his guilty conscience and not having to pull out during sex. But rest assured that this will come in handy when you want to watch that new Jon Benet Ramsey documentary on HBO and need his log in credentials. Because who remembers his 7^th grade school mascot and first pet’s name he used to make his password reset option? You do.

Wasn't Me - Shaggy

White lies are expected in the beginning of relationships. I can't tell you how many men I've told "I'm at the gym" early on to look fit and motivated when in reality I'm at home drinking wine and ordering grubhub by 5pm. But there's a fine line between little white lies and f*cking sociopath. I know you've creatively gotten this far, but I figure once you're caught in a lie, just own up to it. You know little things like; a wife you forgot to mention, living with your girlfriend in a studio apartment and making out with her in front of me, warrants out for your arrests, little things. If you can lie about those, you're an absolute psychopath and I look forward to your episode of dateline when your wife finally snaps. Maybe I'll even get an interview and we can put this relationship to use. #dreambig. 

His ex was "crazy"

Hear me out, no girl is THAT crazy. I think every girl has their own breaking point and  something definitely happened to get her to that point. Even at parts of "Gone Girl" I've been like, woah, this b*tch is f*cking nuts, but... I get it. If a girl is acting crazy to a guy, regardless of what he says, usually something happened to get her to that point. Now I'm not blaming the guy, because I've definitely been in the wrong or caught or reacted crazy to an entire scenario I've made up in my head, but on the contrary, I've also had legitimate reactions to legitimate Shaggy "caught me red handed wasn't me" scenarios. Like if you bring me back to your girlfriend's z gallery furnished studio apartment on our second date and claim it's yours, even though her mail is everywhere and it's only girl's clothes in the closet and you STILL deny even having a girlfriend...that's an area of concern. (and you better strap in for a 3 paragraph long dramatic as f*ck text message sir.) Naturally though, I of course justified it and convinced myself he was telling the truth and this "great guy" who was  "helping her out and letting her stay with him in one of his two apartments until she got back on her feet" like he told me and I then proceeded to drag this on for a few more dramatic as f*ck months. That's the thing, women justify EVERYTHING, and when it's new you want to believe what they're saying is true because you have no reason not to. You can't doubt someone when they haven't given you reason to yet.  (Yeah, I believed a fifth year college student owned two condos in the same building in River North. haha get the f*ck out of here.... enjoy your rental) 

Menage - A- Pod

We had the privilege of working with the amazing duo of Menage-a-pod and being featured on their podcast episode about red flags (and yellow flags) This hysterical pair actually met on a dating app and make for the best duo to discuss sex, dating and relationships in Chicago! What do unqualified advice givers do? Start a podcast. What do single people do? Give relationship advice. That's how this podcast was born. Menage-a-Pod is a hilarious new podcast about dating, sex, relations and everything in between hosted by Gena Grish and TJ Sopoci. 


Check out Menage-A-Pod Podcast!

Thanks so much for stopping by Chicago!

XOXO, Liz

Overheard in Chicago

Winters in Chiberia

The current temperature is negative two degrees. As you impatiently wait in your heated lobby you zip up your Canada Goose parka and Screenshot the weekly weather report to your Instagram story with some cliche “Chiberia” hashtag. You put on your oversized fur hood acting as if you’re blistering the cold any further than the distance to your Uber. Your Uber arrives. 4 minutes to your destination. No f*cking way you’re walking. Tomorrow will be 50 degree patio weather and by Friday there will be a windchill of negative twenty. Welcome to winters in Chicago.

Sit down, you’re not Tom Skilling.

What is it about extremely cold weather that makes everyone become a self proclaimed meteorologist? posting thermostats and weekly weather reports on every social media outlet like you’re God damn Tom Skilling. We get it, it’s cold. No need to circle the windchill or dedicate an entire story post to falling snow. Unless it’s some absurd amount, I’m talking like 2 feet of snow, (and not what your ex boyfriend considers 7 inches) there is really no need to post it. We’ve all seen snow. just know you’re wasting precious bathroom time of 99% of the male population who actually watch instagram stories. And they can never get those 5-10 seconds back. 

Take me Back Bikini Pics

As an attention seeking millennial, what better time to re post your favorite edited bikini pic from Mykonos with a “dreaming of warmer weather” caption than during a Chicago blizzard. Might as well utilize this time to flex on your exes in a desperate display of self exploitation from when you were at your goal weight 7 months ago. He doesn’t need to know what your current winter BMI is. This is a season dedicated entirely to oversized sweaters, overeating, new Netflix season premiers and spray tans.  

Squatters Rights

Unique to Chicago, is the “dibs” system of street parking in the winter. “Dibs” is a legitimate but controversial squatters rights type practice based on the principal of if you shovel it out; you have dibs on it, …so you better f*cking find some lawn chairs or old car tires to claim your spot while you’re gone for your 8 plus hours work day you self absorbed narcissist. People refer to this practice as parking spot insurance, no questions are asked. Looks trashy AF when you’re showing your out of town friends the neighborhood you live in and trying to justify the $1900 a month you pay for your apartment that is a fraction of the size of theirs in a different state. 

45 Degrees in February... You mean Patio Season?

If you’re not poolside in your Givenchy slides making brunch plans when that thermostat shows above 40, do you even live in Chicago? 


Stay Warm Chicago!

XOXO, 
Liz

Send Nudes

An Undignified Account of Sexting.

I sent my first actual dirty picture when I was a sophomore in college. I was standing on the edge of the tub in a bathroom shared by 6 girls trying to show anything remotely close to cleavage in the mirror above the sink. 70% of the picture was of the shower curtain and honestly our landlord could have probably used the photo when relisting our house on craigslist in search of new tenants. It was by no means sexual. If anything, I probably looked slightly in distress and frankly, the receiver of this semi-nude should have been more concerned. 

He gave some barbaric one word response like “damn” or “sexy” and naturally, I responded with a wink face, like I hadn’t just spent the last hour and a half trying to look remotely seductive in a communal restroom with bad lighting. When you stop and think about it, the idea of nudes and dirty texting is seriously such a strange concept. Like oh, you’re not looking for commitment but will graciously send me multiple photos of your flaccid penis that can be saved to my phone’s picture library and family iCloud for eternity and shared with all my friends. Thanks! Let me return the favor with this edited picture of me in a push up bra suggestively looking into the mirror at 7pm on a Tuesday. Let me tell you something, no woman in her twenties is just casually in full makeup and risqué undergarments on a weekday after work. I’m lucky if I still have a bra on at 5pm, let alone mascara. 

In my opinion, guys really have it easy. There’s only so much you can do with a penis. No creativity is really needed. Unless you’re an aspiring drag queen or pulling some Silence of the Lamb’s mangina reenactment, you’re typically limited to about 4 poses. I know because I’ve so fortunately been on the receiving end of these photo ops or have had screen shots of them sent in a group chat to immaturely question and gawk over. Please explain the erect penis while cupping the balls in your hands pose?? Did you think we just forgot about your pair of testicles? We all took 7th Grade Sex Ed sweetie. Appreciate the strenuous efforts to hide them, but no need. We all wish they were more photogenic, but this will keep you humble. Also what is the pose where you point at your erect penis in the mirror? Were you uncertain what to do with your hands? Did you think our short attention span was unaware of what we were meant to focus on in this 5X7 photo? Perhaps this can dual function as a testicular cancer awareness campaign. While we appreciate the discerning hint from your pointing gesture, save the obvious clues for something a little less apparent, like your emotions or perhaps if this is going anywhere after 6 months.

Reusing Old Nudes (It's not vintage, it's denial.)

Even if it’s a phenomenal dirty picture from before your metabolism slowed down, you can’t be sending seductive photos while holding a 2014 iphone. (it’s not vintage, it’s denial.) While I’m sure he will recognize your low BMI and bronzed tanning booth complexion, he is most likely also aware you no longer live in a State School dorm room or sleep in that twin bed you’re enticingly posing on. Save the old college pics for a Facebook Throwback Thursday.

#tbt are truly the worst. If you really feel the need to send a general reminder to your entire social medial following of a picture from 6 years ago at your goal weight holding a solo cup in some Frat house’s basement, by all means have at it. But as a general FYI; we get it, you no longer have a social life and you peaked your freshman year of college. I mean I’ll obviously still pity like your photo, might even add an obnoxious comment like “I miss this!” with heart emojis. Just please know that I do not in fact miss this and am most likely only doing this with the notion that this kind gesture will not go unnoticed the next time I post a picture that only has 8 likes after 37 minutes. Narcissist.

Quick Responses. Drastically increase response time with a semi suggestive photo!

If for some God forsaken reason unbeknownst to me I was ever going to use a male for an emergency contact, I would 100% ask if they could include a nude photo to increase his response time. I’ve never seen a man respond faster than after a dirty photo is sent. (I have still yet to send a pregnancy scare text but can assume the response time would be quite similar. That or no response at all.) Perhaps I’ll just send a venmo request for Plan B to keep things interesting. It still blows my mind that a man can be “so busy” or “didn’t have his phone all day” but the second he sees “Attachment: 1” in the subject line, he’s full of conversation. Level with me here, I just asked how your day was, I did not send a “what are we?” text, or question who that girl was that commented on your Instagram picture with emoji hearts on July 9th summer 2016. (I “didn’t even notice”) Believe me, I’m well aware that even though we’re swapping photos of our genitals on a daily basis, we’re still not at that honest point in our relationship. I’m still pretending to be the “cool chill girl” who “doesn’t care” or “isn’t bothered” by stuff like that. Enjoy it while it lasts sweetie. You’ve seen more of me than my gynecologist.

Bondage & Fetishes (is this 50 shades of Grey?)

I’m all for a little raunchy texting, if you like being called “daddy” hell, I’ll put those junior high summer acting camp classes to use and be the best “dirty little whore” you’ve ever seen. But I’m not out here trying to reenact an episode of Law & Order SVU. Telling me you want to choke me or cum on my face is by no means a turn on. I can’t even watch Titanic without holding my breath, the idea of restricting airflow or a potential breakout from your semen is not that arousing, Daddy.

Stay Warm Chicago!

XOXO,

Liz

Overheard in Chicago

Don't Blame the Holidays, You were Fat in August.

First off, this photo is not me. Those shoes are hideous. I googled exercise and this was the first thing that showed up, sue me. Bold choice wearing gray to the gym sweetie. This is a quick read of relatable commentary on fad diets and popular workouts in Chicago from someone who's body type can best be described as "has a gym membership, but is no stranger to cheat days or faking injuries." Enjoy!

Unrealistic Expectations

It’s a new year, new start and everyone is working to try and better themselves for the next month or so (or at least post about it on instagram with their strategically placed locker room gym selfies and excessive bumper sticker motivational quotes) Binge drinking celery juice and setting unrealistic expectations, we're ready for you 2019. Most people’s resolutions have already failed by now, and typically mine do too. (regardless of what I lead my mom to believe on our weekly phone calls.) And to give you a little background on me, I am by no means a pillar of health. I've never had that "runners high" (but have certainly lied about it) and I've also never reached that point where I crave workouts or "push through" and keep going when I'm exhausted. I typically spend my hour long excuse of a workout at the gym on the elliptical scrolling through instagram and then spend an unnecessary amount of time "stretching". I arguably never raise my heart rate. I am that person in gym class who when running the mile pretends to tie their shoe or check their heart rate just to stop running half way though. but in the new year, I've tried some gyms in Chicago and have seriously LOVED them and while i will not be competing in a body building competition anytime soon or posing in Gym Shark leggings with a protein powder promo code, I've finally reached a point where I don't loathe working out and want to share it with you. (thank you for coming to my Ted Talk) Needless to say, I certainly have made up an injury or two to slow down when I'm dying, but hey, you gotta start somewhere.

Before and After Photos

Is it just me or does every transformation photo start out with “I was hesitant to post this...” well you did Debbie. So here we are. Looking at your 46 year old body before and after you binge ate kale for a month. And where did you get those slutty underpants, your children follow you on here. Now I get it, you're proud of your transformation, just a PSA that we'd be just as proud of you with a shirt on or even your bathroom counter top cleaned off.

Diet Fads

I give in to every diet fad. I'm a huge fan of the easy way out and fast results. It still amazes me that I haven't given into a pyramid scheme by now or purchased a shady off shore timeshare. If you're ever walking down the "as seen on TV" aisle rolling your eyes thinking "who the f*ck actually buys this shit?" it's me. I'm their target audience. Now all these diets I've tried and failed at, I know have been successful for other people, and I know this because I've watched their countless infomercials and before and after photos on social media posts and asked myself the cliche "why not me?". I just lacked the dedication and persistence to actually achieve it. First up, bullet proof diet. Wildly successful for a ton of people, great if you love butter and bacon. expensive as f*ck. You're starting every day drinking butter, this high octane oil liquid you of course need to purchase through their website, and their special branded coffee. Other than that you're living off charcuterie boards and bacon. people say your appetite is suppressed in the morning after you drink this concoction. well no sh*t, you're drinking butter, I can't imagine following that with a four course meal. Next up, Whole30. it's a very restrictive 30 day fad diet where you basically reset your body by eliminating sugar, alcohol, grains, legumes, soy and dairy. you will need to google legumes as well as buy their book and pretend to have drastic positive results when anyone at your office asks you about it at Monday morning staff meetings. this diet too has been very successful for people with a better commitment level. I'm terrible at restricting anything, if you take something away from me, I want it more (just ask my exes. haha) Every January I tell myself I'm going to do this diet, feel the need to tell everyone and typically make it to around the 11th of January. I usually lie and say I feel "so much better" with "so much energy" when in reality I have noticed zero difference and have only loosely stuck to the restrictions and just have a huge caffeine headache from not being able to drink Diet Coke. This year I decided not to do it, but for those of you that did, yes I pity liked your before and after photos on social media and I'm very proud of you. Next up, fit tea/ skinny tea and every type of overpriced fad detox tea on instagram that influencers are paid to promote. yes I've tried it. yes I've used your promo code to save 15% and aside from the laxative side effect, I can't say I've noticed a difference. can we all just collectively admit that this is just a scam? Lastly, low carb or Keto diet. this diet restricts carbs so instead of carbohydrates your body breaks down stored fat for energy and has helped so many people lose so much weight super fast. great idea if you love bacon and cheese and have the will power to say no to the bread basket when out to dinner. I do not. I can barely say no when a bad ex reaches back out to me after six months, not sure why I thought I'd have a different response to garlic bread. I also was already amazon priming every Atkin's low carb dessert within the first week so this was destine for failure.

P90X Fail

P90X is no joke. I got it when I was a freshman in college and told myself I was going to go all in. I was going to meal prep, binge eat kale, use all those little cups and powders and shit and .. let me reiterate, P90x is no joke. First off, it’s an at home workout plan designed for the f*cking military. Not an eighteen year old privileged white girl trying to avoid the freshman 15 while living off pizza and Smirnoff vodka. It's an extremely high intensity workout and food plan that uses cross-training and periodization (yes, I had to google that. this was not a creative synonym choice I tried to use in a college essay, it's in the program description.) I was very unprepared and am not motivated in the least bit. so I ended up watching majority of it like a movie. Let me tell you. I was unaware that in addition to this 30 DVD set that I would also need equipment. I thought this was just gna be like one of those Julian Michaels 8 minute abs bullshit for stay at home moms on the go. Just like “let me pop this in real quick before I leave for the country club with sandy.” No, ...so I brought nothing. 1 minute in we’re all like..., well not me, THEY are all doing pull ups from a bar on the wall, you know how people get those attached to their door? It’s like a pull up bar? Well not me. So I naturally sat that out. Then it was like “use your 10 pound weights and stepper for this one” I’m literally in my dorm room that barely has enough room for my one night stand to find his shoes at 3AM and lie that he has an early class in the morning, let alone a stair stepper, so I sat that out as well. Then eventually we’re back on the ground, (which is something I had) and it’s like another set of sit ups! And I was like wait, we just did sit ups like 4 minutes ago and don’t quote me on this but isn’t there some quote that’s like “repeating the same thing and expecting a different result is the definition of insanity” and let me tell you, that’s a term I’m trying to stay very far away from. So safe to say P90x was not for me.

Crossfit Fail

Crossfit is a high intensity workout based on functional movements combining gymnastics, weightlifting, running and rowing. (yeah I googled that. “functional movement’ ok then.) in my opinion, it has the creativity of a Mexican prison gym workout. you're just throwing tires around and ship anchors in someones empty warehouse. but truthfully, I've seen people get some awesome results from this, it's just not for me. Whoever said stuff like “it’s a myth girls who lift don’t get bulky or muscular” clearly has not been to this CrossFit location I went to. Like these women could’ve beat up every man I’ve ever talked to in my life. Not in a negative way, They were bad ass. I just don’t really think that body type would work with my natural build. I mean I’m already a little top heavy and have cheeks and need all the neck I can get. I literally get muffin top of the face in a turtle neck. The last thing I need is broad shoulders and traps that make my neck disappear. Like men with small dicks, I need all the inches I can get! Truthfully If you don’t look like a 47 year old divorcee with 2 kids trying to prove something after 3 months of CrossFit, you’re doing it wrong. Also everyone seems to know these terms and phrases that I was very unfamiliar with. I was like did I miss a dress rehearsal or something? Is this a performance? What is a wog?

HIIT or High Intensity Interval Training 

(my new obsession)

Everything is better in the dark. Sleep, sex, HIIT classes. Nothing like Ray Charlesing your way around a weight station at 6 am with rave music playing. But truthfully, it works and it's worth the price for an hour session to get those coke arms. I'm not just saying this, I seriously love it...and if my lazy ass (that has a new excuse for why I can't exercise daily) can go to this class 4 to 5 times a WEEK and f*cking love it, you can too. 

Shred415

Shred415 is a high intensity hour long workout consisting of four 15 minute intervals. Born from a desire to create an effective fitness solution for the increasingly busy lifestyle, Shred415 combines the infectious energy of group fitness training with the flexibility and focus of a personalized program in an incredibly supportive environment. Here, you control how hard you work, matching your pace and weights to your level and goals. They also offer childcare!Shred415 was founded by Chicago fitness experts Bonnie Micheli and Tracy Roemer in 2011. Frustrated with the lack of effective fitness options for busy parents and professionals, they set out to create the experience they wanted to see. By combining their 25 years of fitness industry expertise and their shared vision for a more inclusive experience, they created a concept that offers much more than a workout—it offers a family-friendly, athletic environment where people of all fitness levels can come together to reach their goals.

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I've been going here religiously these last few weeks and I'm obsessed. (and not just saying that to nonchalantly let my ex know I'm losing weight ...BUT LET HIM KNOW I AM haha..) that cutie in the picture above is Derick Garcia. He's the manager of Wicker Park Shred415 and is one of the most motivating, passionate and positive instructors you'll ever meet. He is so passionate about what he does and makes those 60 minutes go by in a breeze with his encouragement and inspiration. (and not some cheesy "live, laugh, love" bs, he really means what he says and it really resonates and makes you want to work harder. you know meaningful stuff that white girls would probably frame and put on their gallery wall.) I highly recommend him if you're a first timer and need that extra push. Every instructor I've had so far at Shred has been amazing and has their own workout style but all offer the same underlying constant encouragement and support that makes this class so special. The instructors of Shred are SO dedicated to your success in their program that they're giving you a FREE week of classes to come try it out! If you want to try Shred415 for a FREE week, choose your location from the above link and email promo code OVERHEARDCHI415 to info@shred415.com  

Barry's Bootcamp

Originating in LA in 1998 by celebrity trainer Barry Jay, now led by CEO Joey Gonzalez. Barry’s the original high-intensity work out. It burns up to 1,000 calories in one class, tones muscle, maximizes fat loss, and increase your metabolism so you actually burn calories ever after class is over. They’ve got the science to prove it. (and abs) The instructors push you to do what you didn’t even know you were capable of doing. The music, the signature red lights, the energy in the room, it’s amazing! Each class is different, you will never have the same routine - and never get bored! (take that A.D.D.!) Barry’s original class is a mix of running and weights. Reward yourself after class with a healthy treat from their smoothie bar! 

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This handsome and and humorous stud is Joe Nicastro and he is one of the amazing instructors at Barry’s Bootcamp in both River North and Lincoln Park. (ok, I realize I’m making these sound like personal ads now, but bare with me. And wtf The League, waitlisting this beautiful man?!? f*cking accept his application already!) He has been with Barry’s for years all over the country and it’s no wonder his classes always book up fast! He’s hysterical and mixes humor with these 60 minutes of hard ass work. His passion for fitness and eagerness to push you to your fullest potential is contagious and I promise by the end of the class you’ll be on the floor dying of either laugher or crushing your workout. 


Thanks for stopping by!
XOXO,
Liz
Overheard in Chicago