Wow, this week is flying by (which you know I love !). I hope you are all having a fun and speedy week too!
Not too much going on over here. I will admit I have been watching numerous episodes of "Million Dollar Listing" (both New York and LA) on BRAVO. I'm a HGTV addict, so another show where I can spy into people's homes (especially the rich and famous) is right up my ally!
Today was my first day back to exercising after a week hiatus.
It was definitely an interesting study for me as I rarely take a whole week off from moving the ol' bod. It isn't that I am particularly afraid of what will happen to my body (intellectually I know I am not going to gain 10lbs because I don't "work out" for a week), I just begin to feel lethargic and disconnected from my body. I am someone who notices a huge impact on my mood when I choose to exercise or not. Last week I just wasn't feeling it. I was tired of my regular routine, and frankly was just too busy to fit it in. Last weeks lethargy kind of rolled into this week, and today I finally buckled down and did some yoga. As I suspected, my mood immediately improved :) What I did learn from my hiatus is that sometimes your body needs a break to reset, rejuvenate, and REMOTIVATE! In her book Naturally Thin (which I have mixed thoughts on..) Betheny Frankel says that she views exercise as a good friend that she can always come back to and catch up with. I really like Betheny's perspective; Just because you don't get to exercise one week, doesn't mean you have failed as a "friend" and can never make up for your absence. (Side note: I love Betheny and think she is fab. I saw her as I was driving through NYC and it took all my power not to stop the car, roll down the window, and yell "I love you Betheny!"- creepy fan)
Amazing "green" juice I had this am (there was leftover beet in the juicer so that is why it looks red). It was amazeballs. I will be back tomorrow AM to try another concoction for sure. If you are a JC resident, check this place out : DOCO Market and Cafe' (they are on facebook.) They make fresh juices, smoothies, sandwiches, salads etc. The staff is SO nice and accommodating. Do yourself a favor GO.
In other news, PJ and I finally had "make your own pizza" night. Last time we attempted this, it turned into order your own pizza night.
Yes, I'm awesome.
Fresh whole wheat pizza dough. **NOTE** I couldn't find fresh whole wheat pizza dough anywhere! (weird I know). My brilliant momma suggested going to a pizza shop and getting the dough! I was able to get fresh whole wheat dough on the spot! Keep that in mind if you're ever in the same boat!
Ingredients!
Yummy Salad with homemade vinaigrette, toasted pine nuts, and hearts of palm that I made to go with the Za'.
His.
Hers.
My pizza had nectarines, brie, sage, and onions. I adapted the recipe from Running to the Kitchen. If you want to check it out: http://www.runningtothekitchen.com/2012/07/from-bookmark-to-blog-nectarine-sage-brie-pizza/
Random cute pic xoxoxo
Dinner on Saturday night. Grilled cheese with Brie on brioche and some other yummies. I am going to turn into a wheel of Brie after Friday and Saturday nights' din dinns! MMMM Don't mind if I do :)
Before I go.. I will leave you a couple inspirational snacks :)
Listen to Your Body & Trust Your Instincts
SOOOO TRUE, RIGHT?!
I have also included an article that I found a few weeks ago and to me it was extremely moving. You can access it at www.mindbodygreen.com
I Love to Eat
As I was standing in line at Trader Joe's, minding my own sweet business, I opened a package of dried seaweed. An older man, about 75 years old, standing in line in front of me started staring at my breasts, then proceeded to look me up and down. With what sounded like a Russian accent came, "You sure like to eat!"
“What the what?” I thought as every former anorexic panic button set off inside me.
"I am not even sure how to take what you just said to me." (Why I dignified him with even so much as a word is beyond me.)
He Russian accented me, "You'll put on weight if you keep eating."
Then he walked away… off to offer his sage wisdom to another unsuspecting stranger, I am sure.
I felt the old need to yell, "But it's just seaweed! And I am a yoga teacher! Are you calling me fat?"
Then I got angry at myself: “Jennifer, you know better!” I think I might have said this out loud, but the people that work at Trader Joe's are usually totally hip and cool, and my cashier didn't even acknowledge it, but rather said, "You look great."
Again, besides the point! Nothing needs defending here.
This creepy old fart, all of a sudden, has taken my power away and, like magic, everyone, on cue apparently, needs to make excuses and defend and justify the very, very evil: FOOD.
(As well as commenting on my figure, and its curves or lack thereof.)
Such a statement on our weight/food obsessed culture. Even from an old nosy man, I am getting flack for being too fat or too skinny or eating too much or not enough.
I used to have a fear that people would stop asking me, “Are you ill?” It made me feel like I stood out, like I was special. When someone told me I looked “healthy,” I panicked. (I know that this is hard to believe for the people who know me now, especially my students.)
Had the COF (Creepy Old Fart) said this to me ten years ago, I would have gotten back into my car and had a full blown panic attack. I would have decided that he was right and I eat too much, so I would stop eating and lose weight… and why was I such a loser and why and why and Oh My God and I can't breathe and I am a pig and Oh My God and I will just exercise for four hours tomorrow and I do like to eat, he's right, I am bad....
(imitation of my old attacks.)
The way he said, "You like to eat!" was like an accusation, like I should be burned alive at the stake. I realize a lot of women live like this (I am sure men as well). I used to.
This notion that eating is something to be ashamed of or forgiven for, I cannot believe the thought crossed my mind to defend myself with it just being seaweed.
“Forgive me Sir, it is just seaweed with a little wasabi. It's not much? I am so sorry.”
And, so what if someone gains weight? This is the other thing I have been thinking about since this incident. So what? Then what? You are no longer you? You will no longer have your job or your kids or your thoughts or memories? No one will love you?
Bullsh*t!
People equating their beloved self worth with their oh-so very temporary bodies.
I wish I had dug into my car for my Salt & Vinegar Chips, which I would have done had I been able to reach them.
AMEN, SISTA!!
And with that I'm off to spend the evening catching up on work and relaxing with the boys ;)
xo
Sarah
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