(In response to last week’s column)
Surprise, surprise — not too many women are fans of spitting. Unfortunately, I heard every woman’s gross, detailed stories of their personal spit encounters. I even got an entertaining phone call from a lovely gentleman stating that “real” men spit, followed by a disgusting noise and a spit sound. Thank you very much, but I still find it unattractive in public.
A “real” routine
Labor Day, the day where a lot of people attempt to establish a new routine. Whether it be the morning routine with children going to school, study habits, work ethics, exercising, or the hardest one in my mind: food intake.
You start out with the best of intentions — to look like David Beckham, Jennifer Lopez, or the “oh so popular” Kardashians. “This is the first day of the rest of my life!” Then comes the actual plan and this is where a lot of people get lost. There are too many choices that are so unrealistic that you set yourself up for failure before you even get started.
“Do I do the all-carb, no-fat diet that worked for me in the 80s? How about the all-protein diet (Atkins) that was popular in the 90s? Maybe the three-day diet? How about South Beach, Slim Fast, or Weight Watchers, or the new Sensa Weight Loss System (sounds like non sensa to me!)?
A friend of mine said he doesn’t eat all day and then eats whatever he want for dinner, but I’ve always been told to not eat after 6 p.m. My sister tries the grapefruit diet every five years. Dr. Oz even suggested getting injections of a pregnancy hormone.
Then there’s the exercise. Should I do P90X? How about the Insanity Workout? Zumba? There’s even pole dancing exercise. Or, yoga like all the movie stars do, so I can relax my soul at the same time.
Or maybe, just maybe, we should revert back to health class, follow the food pyramid and love yourself for who you are and not what you look like?
I’m the heaviest I’ve ever been and I’ll just put it out there, I weigh 200 pounds. That’s right, this old pageant girl, who used to be one of Youngstown’s “10-10 girls,” is chubbing it up.
Am I healthy? Not like I should be. Am I happy? Darn straight I am. In my 40s, I’ve decided to live my life by my rules and by my standards. I try to teach my kids to take care of themselves and be cautious, but not to obsess. Be active, but not compulsive.
If you feel you need to focus on bettering yourself, work on the “low negativity diet,“ and do lots of “love and patience exercises.“ Who cares about Kim Kardashian — you don’t even know her.
Am I wrong?