Showing posts with label Health. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Health. Show all posts

Monday, July 16, 2012

Fruit flies and stank

So my neighbor has these fruit flies that mysteriously show up every few months. No one knows why they are there or from whence they came, but they are annoying as your mother in law. She claims they come from the garbage disposal. Yes, she thinks fruit flies come into existence from her garbage disposal and then disperse through the house via water pipes. Its almost enough for Ripley's. It could just be that she likes to leave old fruit and food sitting about, but that would make her look like a bad house keeper. So we go with the disposal. That nasty den of fruit fly iniquity.

Apparently the only way to rid yourself of the frat house of fruit flies hold up in your sink is to pour noxious chemicals down the drain. I am sure we have all suffered at her hand due to ground water contamination, but we must be rid of the flies. She says is works every time. I am supposed to ignore the fatal flaw in that reasoning because I want to stay friends. I mean if it really worked.......

nevermind.

So she traipses out to the garage and grabs the nearest bottle of insecticide she can find, throws caution to the wind and dumps it down the drain. Of course she runs some water for good measure and leaves to go and dump chemicals down the upstairs sinks. About then her 6 year old walks through the kitchen, and as I gasp for air I instruct her to run and warn her mother not to dump anymore chemicals down the drains because I am pretty sure there is smoke and the worst smell ever ascending her drain pipe. My neighbor, who is now sitting outside with me, disregards my complaints and says it isn't that bad until one at a time her family comes down the stairs driven outdoors coughing and waving their arms complaining of  a stench that smells like gasoline and flatulence. The poor cat even comes down to investigate looking high as a kite and ready to faint. One by one they file into the back yard, faces twisted, and gagging. She has not only probably killed the flies, but gassed her children in one felled swoop. They they are all instructed by her brother in law to quit whining and get back in the house. Its dinner time. Yum.

I hope they sleep with the windows open tonight. I now have a headache which no doubt was caused by inhaling chemicals. If you would only listen once in a while Lisel. If my baby does indeed develop a third eye as you so callously joked I am sending you the doctor bill for its removal. Sleep well.

Friday, June 15, 2012

It's for the best

I am breaking up with the gym and I will tell you why.

I don't like it. Was that deep enough? I hate it. I have the attention span of a two year old when it comes to working out. Oh, I have all the good intentions of Mother Teresa just no follow through. I fall out of love with working out before I even get outta the parking lot. Before my sweaty back hits the driver's seat I know that the end is nigh.

I have all these grand notions of being a gym rat or a hard body. I tell myself I will go 5 times a week and work out every muscle until I puke. I take every newfangled class they have from boot camp to booty shaking and it seems like I am committed. I am really good at looking like I am into something when I am not. (Don't tell anyone) I have walked, run, biked, and elliptical machined myself until I can barely walk out of the gym but in a few short weeks I begin to get bored. I begin slowly talking myself into skipping a class or two. I tell myself I am just too tired today or that I will make it up the next day, week, year.....

And I am done. At 32 years of age I am shouting to the world that this girl, this pudgy, brownie lovin, donut eating, diet coke addicted WOman does not like exercise. I don't like sweat. I don't like being outside. I don't like unproductive exertion. Why am I running? Is someone chasing me? Where am I walking to and why can't I take the van?! I like my polygamists, Duggars and gypsies with a side of chips and salsa. I like my couch and I am not afraid to say it.

So here is my conundrum, I don't want to be a lard butt. How can you hate exercise and not be mistaken for Jabba the hut?

I do not know, but I am sure there is a way and I aim to find it. So goodbye gym for the last time. I really hope I don't get sucked in again. I hope I remember this confession the next time I think it would be fun to join a gym. I hope I can strike some balance between the food I love to eat and the pants I love to wear. I hope I don't end up needing one of those motorized wheel chairs to get around town because I can't stop eating Krispy Kremes.

I am going into uncharted territory here but at some point I have to stop lying to myself and work with what I've got. I will never be a gym rat. A mall rat maybe, but I will never be addicted to working out or drinking protein shakes or training for the 5k or feeling the burn. Its just not me and it never will be. Case closed.

Saturday, January 29, 2011

I shall overcome.....

I am going to be skinny. At least that is what I tell myself. I really do believe in my head one day I will be skinny enough to have at least a single digit size. That seems like a really pathetic goal when there are so many more pressing things I could be filling my time with. I would probably lose weight really fast if I was a missionary or doing some relief work. My lifestyle doesn't seem to support weight loss.

I am thinking about this because this is the weekend of birthdays. I have 2 friends who are celebrating and my daughter as well. Its cake as far as the eye can see. I have never met a cake I didn't like.......well maybe the kind with the fruits and nuts, but I'd still eat a piece. It can't even resemble anything healthy and be real cake.

Why am I spending so much time putting cake into categories anyway?

I think its because I can. If you ever see me at the gym ( good luck with that) I am probably thinking about how much cake I can eat after I get done.

So here I sit in my double digit pants. The problem is I have so much dang self esteem. I don't know how I ended up feeling so great about myself. I really try to dislike me, but its too hard. I have a lot more going for me than how far around I am. This is the struggle. I want to lose weight......if its easy. If not I am pretty cool the way I am until I am surrounded by skinny people. That may be the single motivator I have to lose weight. I hate being the fattest person in the room.

So I ate a lot of cake today. I passed my friend Lisel while I was smuggling some more home. I hope she is eating cake right now so I can feel better. If not, then I will just lay off for the next few days. I shall recommit to my work out plan. I shall fit into smaller pants. I hope I don't forget.