Like most women my age, which I will actually disclose is 32, I am virtually obsessed with my weight. Not necessarily in a productive way. As in I’m very good at complaining about it but not necessarily about taking action. I’ll own that. It’s always on my mind.
There are the questions. Constant questions. And you know you think them too. Did I eat too much today? Should I eat this now because of what I may have to eat later? Does this have processed sugars in it? What shouldn’t have I eaten today? How does that skinny bitch eat a grilled cheese? If I don’t eat this now can I get out of working out later? Who are these people that can handle 1 cheat day and not get thrown off the wagon?
As I embarked on a new diet and workout routine I’ve realized something. I enjoy spinning because it gives you the illusion of having achieved something and getting somewhere. In my case, I’ve spun my way to China.
It’s summer. The state of one’s figure is on everyone’s mind. Do we spend enough time working out? How do we make more ? How do we force ourselves to do it even when we hate it? Are we eating as healthy as we can? What could we do that we aren’t already doing? How do we do enough so we are at peace with ourselves about what we can physically achieve? Of course when I say “we” I mean “me.” Clearly it’s something that sort of looms over my head as I stop taking any sugar in my latte. Sadness. Sad lack of sweetness.
Then you have moments of remembering that being preoccupied with it isn’t going to help anyone. All you can do is what your schedule allows and try your best to be as healthy as you can. Having anxiety about it won’t get you anywhere. You need to come to a certain peace with accepting what mother nature has granted you. You also need to learn to love the moments when you feel good about the state of things.
Watching Christina Hendricks in Mad Men always reminds me bigger features aren’t necessarily worse. It’s all about how you rock them. And she’s all the more beautiful with the confidence she has in them.
My darling NYC residing sister takes advantage of my suburban lifestyle and keeps her car comfortably parked behind my condo complex. This conveniently makes everyday care of her beloved, very used vehicle for me to deal with. It could use a trip to the car wash but I refuse to give in and do it for her (I’m soooo tempted). I do, however, take the car out for a spin every now and again to make sure that everything is still in working order. I have to admit on days when I’m headed into the city there is something very comfortable about taking a car that’s an automatic. Then I realize I’m way too comfortable… in fact I feel a bit lazy… essentially all I’m doing is guiding the car in the right direction and it makes me feel antsy. After all, aggressive driving with a stick shift is the perfect stress release.
It’s spring. It’s time to hydrate. Well one must always hydrate but spring makes me want to do it with style and bubbles. Now let’s be honest – I could drink prosecco at literally any time of day. However there is a point where that sways into the territory of full blown alcoholism. For those moments it’s time to pop open a bottle of Pellegrino and feel totally refreshed. I mean it’s the perfect way to enjoy bubbles at your desk – without being judged….