So the last few days I chose not to wear my normal make-up and opted for subtle beauty. I don’t think I cake my make-up on but some would say my rather fashionable smokey eyes are too dark. This was first pointed out to me from across a crowded dinner table filled with 15 or so of my closest relatives by my lovely grandmother who’d been wincing at me from across the way all night. I thought perhaps it was because she was looking at me adoringly since I traveled such a long distance to see her and the rest of my family…I was sadly mistaken. I guess you become more honest with age, from across the table I hear, “Rebecca!!” unsuspectingly I say “Yes Mimee?” “You’re make-ups too dark!” she exclaimed angrily…in that moment I had that experience that movies are always haming up when you walk into prom to realize that you tucked your dress into your undies and the music screeches to a halt and all eyes are on you! Normally this kind of thing doesn’t embarrass me but I think at that moment of being completely blindsided I realized how much older and distinguished I thought and still think I look with the makeup on instead of like a freshman in college. She took my cleverly planned disguise and outed me in front of everyone. This leads me to current day and where I was originally going with this. Five times yesterday I was asked if I was tired or sick! Is it sad that I wear enough makeup that I am unrecognizable without it? My mom would say no, but of course, she’s biased…my dad asks me who I got in a fight with (my two black eyes, get it? Har har). The day before I went to get my nails done in the same “condition” I casually mentioned my husband and daughter and for the second time in two days the lady gasped and said, “my goodness, I thought you were in college, you don’t look old enough for all that.” It seems to me that some little alarm should be sounding in their inner monologue that’s saying ABORT ABORT! Apparently not because the day before a lady was trying to sell me skin products for “my age group” which turned out to be for teenagers. Don’t get me wrong, I am thankful for the youthful genes it’s just sad that I don’t feel comfortable walking around outside my house with a naked face! Is it because I feel the need to hide behind it? I know I wear it to look “pretty” but also because I see make-up as an art form for my face! It seems like some underlying self confidence issues; yes I know, I guess I better put this on the list for things to work on just in case!!
More importantly what does this have to do with eating right and exercise? Absolutely nothing…so here goes, I had a 100 calorish size box of cocoa puffs and ridiculously large coffee filled with enough sugar and creamer to power a 2 year old for 3 days straight. At lunchtime I decided to get a protein plate minus the white chocolate mocha only to find out that Starbucks sold out of them at 8:30 that morning! Instead I got the chicken humus plate; it came with no fruit and cucumber which I so desperately hate! I choked it down and ate the other 2 ½ servings of cinnamon chips left over from yesterday. Some friends came in and as I was forcing my new found heaven on them they forced me to do the math 60 over 140…42% fat, well hell! It didn’t stop me from finishing the bag and I’d almost bet you it won’t stop me from buying more…sad isn’t it?! Even after knowing the truth I still refuse to stop, I have a feeling I’m not the only one! How do you overcome this? I’m not sure yet, we can put that on our list too!! Mmmm working out today, I walked to the printer a LOT! That’s all I plan on doing since this is a late day and seriously picking up my daughter and general play with her is a work out, especially now that I have to pry her out of furniture every few minutes that she’s wedged herself into while pursuing one of our unsuspecting cats for a handful of fur! So there, that’s my rant for today!!
Thursday, August 26, 2010
The Beginning
As my first official post, I’d like say how excited I am to finally be writing. I don’t know that I’m any good at this blogging business; however I don’t think that it matters as long as it’s serving its general purpose of keeping me on track.
With that out of the way, I’ve officially gone to the gym 3 times in 3 weeks. This is a sad little number, as usual the normal woes of life have been keeping me inside a bubble of noncommittal behaviors…visitors here, more interesting activities there and my personal favorite, lack of time. This is not just an excuse; trust me I’ve convinced myself! I work 4 hours on Tuesdays, 9 hours on Wednesdays and Thursday and 8 hours on Friday. Saturday and Sunday are my primary workout days…the baby wakes up, I feed her and then flee to the gym for an hour or until my water runs out while my husband keeps her at bay. Yes I know I don’t work Mondays and only 4 hours on Tuesday, but I can’t bring myself to leave her on the days my husband is out. So I’ve decided on those days I need to do an at home work out. Never fear I have bought an oversized exercise ball and a medium band that Women’s Health tells me will do the trick. I have yet to experiment with these little beauties but the results seem promising! As far as Friday goes I have a very firm belief in NOT starting my weekends with sweat and the possibility of tears, so it’s out. Maybe I’m being inflexible and rigid about my schedule, perhaps with time I can get over some of these little issues!
Enough about working out…on to food. I’m ignoring the last 3 weeks intake except for the protein plate from Starbucks that was immediately counteracted by a grande white chocolate mocha. (low fat milk-no whip, of course!) Today in general has been a success, though I did find a new “chip” from Rice Works called Baked Cinnamon…holy crap, they are amazing. Ten chips is a serving and there are 5 servings in bag, so after eating at least 2 ½ servings in my car on the way back to work it’s clear to me that I need to ration these bad boys in to Ziplock bags, which of course I completely forgot to pick up at the store the other day. My goal for eating is to RATION, I want to eat what I like but do it more responsibly…that is the hope, I refuse to diet…tell me not to eat chocolate and that’s a good way to find that I’ve retreated to Hershey Pennsylvania and eaten my body weight in Kisses!
On to dinner and another day! Wish me luck!
With that out of the way, I’ve officially gone to the gym 3 times in 3 weeks. This is a sad little number, as usual the normal woes of life have been keeping me inside a bubble of noncommittal behaviors…visitors here, more interesting activities there and my personal favorite, lack of time. This is not just an excuse; trust me I’ve convinced myself! I work 4 hours on Tuesdays, 9 hours on Wednesdays and Thursday and 8 hours on Friday. Saturday and Sunday are my primary workout days…the baby wakes up, I feed her and then flee to the gym for an hour or until my water runs out while my husband keeps her at bay. Yes I know I don’t work Mondays and only 4 hours on Tuesday, but I can’t bring myself to leave her on the days my husband is out. So I’ve decided on those days I need to do an at home work out. Never fear I have bought an oversized exercise ball and a medium band that Women’s Health tells me will do the trick. I have yet to experiment with these little beauties but the results seem promising! As far as Friday goes I have a very firm belief in NOT starting my weekends with sweat and the possibility of tears, so it’s out. Maybe I’m being inflexible and rigid about my schedule, perhaps with time I can get over some of these little issues!
Enough about working out…on to food. I’m ignoring the last 3 weeks intake except for the protein plate from Starbucks that was immediately counteracted by a grande white chocolate mocha. (low fat milk-no whip, of course!) Today in general has been a success, though I did find a new “chip” from Rice Works called Baked Cinnamon…holy crap, they are amazing. Ten chips is a serving and there are 5 servings in bag, so after eating at least 2 ½ servings in my car on the way back to work it’s clear to me that I need to ration these bad boys in to Ziplock bags, which of course I completely forgot to pick up at the store the other day. My goal for eating is to RATION, I want to eat what I like but do it more responsibly…that is the hope, I refuse to diet…tell me not to eat chocolate and that’s a good way to find that I’ve retreated to Hershey Pennsylvania and eaten my body weight in Kisses!
On to dinner and another day! Wish me luck!
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