Today's Thoughts

Fresh starts are hard to come by without totally turning your current life upside down.  At least it seems that way to me.    

A year ago I felt like I was on the top of the world, moving into a great new place with a man I adored,  booking everything in sight, feeling amazing about myself inside and out, and one year later, all of that seems like a different person's memories.

How do I get back there?  I'm looking.

Self-absorbed much?

Happy Memorial Day!

Hungry?

Eat what?  I don’t know about you, but I’ve long given up on following the trends on what the experts say you should eat to be healthy and in the body you want.  One day earlier this year, I did a double take when I heard a health expert on the Today Show recommend you should eat a grilled cheese sandwich rather than a fruit smoothie to get rid of “dangerous belly fat.” 


How can you be an expert on something when the “facts” constantly change and the diet book beaters, regularly and almost as a rule, contradict themselves?  When did eating become this complicated?  I recently heard a quote, “Anyone who is in a relationship with food, reading the menu, picking the restaurant, thinking about what to eat, is in a state of mild to tremendous trauma.”  It’s true.  No matter what you eat, there have been several books written about why you should not eat that.  


It’s to  the point that it seems negligent that “health experts” be given a platform to spread their almost McCarthyism-esque fears about what we’re consuming.  I am personally so happy to be at peace with food and am able to trust my own instincts, listen to my body and eat what I want, but I spent MANY years following the fat-free, carb-free, sugar-free, gluten-free, brain cell-free trends that made me extremely stressed out and no thinner or healthier than I am today.  


So many are on the hunt for guidance with regard to food and their bodies, to the degree that if Jackie Warner or Jillian Michaels revealed the secret to a perfect body is cannibalism, I guarantee we’d see a huge spike in missing husbands.   Gives a whole new meaning to the term “bite me” which is exactly what I want to say to the guru behind this story, about how “Women Don’t Work Out Hard Enough" I’m off to have a cookie.  A REAL cookie!  Who's with me?

No Weight For Me!

The past couple days, two of my closest girlfriends have told me they were recently very disturbed by a scale.  Yep, when that number goes up it's never fun.  So I gave them the best advice I could think of: Stop weighing yourself.  Personally I haven't  weighed myself in years.  What's the point?  If you're a woman, it's SO in flux and it makes people obsess.  Who needs the stress?  When I go to the doctor and they insist on weighing me, I always tell them, OK but I'm going to close my eyes, so please don't say the number out loud or show it to me.  The nurse is always a little afraid of me by that point, but always agrees.  I gauge whether I go up or down by how clothes fit, period.  Weight, age, credit score, IMDB Starmeter, they're all just numbers.  And dammit I've always hated numbers, so I'm not gonna let them ruin my day!