Weekend Observations: Lovin’ the Journey


In San Fran Having a Great Time with Colleagues

“It’s not about the end point but the getting there that’s important.”

“It’s the journey not the end that matters.”

“Enjoy the ride.”

Blah, blah, blah. How many times have we heard these trite statements.  I’m not denying their veracity.  I’m just sick of hearing them.

And yet, I have to admit, I’m applying them to my life at this very moment.

You see I’ve been traveling for work A LOT.  And its been great.  In fact, I had TOO much of a good time.  Amidst intense periods of work, I’ve indulged in lots of great food, lots of alcohol, lots of partying, and oh, yeah, very LITTLE exercising.

So you can imagine the result: I’ve turned into quite a pudge-ster.

Of course, I’m not going to stand for this.  I like my body a good 10 lbs lighter (plus I can’t fit into my clothes, yikes!).  I intend to lose the weight.  But my attitude towards this process is different from all the other times I’ve gotten into this state.

First, when I’ve gained a bit too much weight in the past, it’s usually because of stress and overall unhappiness.  But this time it’s different. I’ve gained weight because of great experiences.  The pudginess doesn’t remind me of shitty moments but rather the opposite.  So I’m changing my approach towards getting back in shape.  I’m not going to stay at this weight but I’m going to enjoy all the different stages my body goes through to achieve my desired weight.  In other words, I’m going to enjoy the journey.

How?  Well, right now, my boobs are bigger which isn’t a terrible thing and I can wear some of my old outfits that I put aside a few years ago when I dropped a lot of weight.  And as I lose weight, I’ll enjoy wearing my different bras (I have many for each size).

There’s no doubt I’ll be psyched once I get back to normal.  And I’m sure going to reward myself with a new outfit (or two ;))  But I’m not going to stress myself along the way, but instead play up how I look.

Wish me luck!


Weekend Observations: When Will I Stop Comparing?!

We were invited to a potluck lunch with a bunch of school families yesterday.  We ate outside which was quite pleasant given how unseasonably warm it was.    I sat with a couple of mothers and discussed everything from caterers to work to the” school mom cliques.”

While the conversations were quite engaging, I couldn’t stop myself from sneaking peaks at the moms’ bods.  This was a group of good-looking, thin women.  I even started checking out what some of them were eating.  And I’m happy to say, the gorgeous blonde next me definitely eats her carbs!

Ugh!  What’s wrong with me.  Why can’t I just block out that instinct to compare myself to others?  When does it finally just shut off?  Do I have to wait until I’m old and gray before I become confident enough to stop the madness?

On the other hand, maybe this annoying “voice” that turns on every time I’m around attractive women within my age group keeps me on my toes.  Sure, we’re supposed to exercise to keep us healthy — mentally and physically.  But let’s be honest, we’re all killing ourselves on the treadmill to look hot.  And this exercising, in turn, keeps us healthy!

Perhaps it’s not so bad to get a little nudge from time to time to stop eating so many cookies in front of the boob tube; even if it’s in the form of a couple of gorgeous moms making us feel a bit off our game.  Of course, in an ideal world, I want to see my friends not as bodies to compare my own with, but as sources of stimulating stories, warm companionship and funny anecdotes.  But what if that voice in my head turns on and I can’t  get it switch off?  Maybe the answer is NOT to fight the voice but, rather, use it as a source of weight loss inspiration.  And, in turn, view my friends as great women as well as models of health and beauty.

Week in Review: 3/18-3/24


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Weekend Observations: the double-edged sword of being so “connected to our bods”

All the work I’ve done over the past few years on body-image, weight management and health has definitely made me much more aware of my body’s response to stress, food, exercise and self-love.

But there’s a downside to this awareness.

These past few weeks have been full of Jewish Holidays. With the exception of Yom Kippur — a fast day — these holidays have been about family, friends, prayer and food, drink and more food. And I’ve loved it!

But perhaps a bit too much.

And I had no idea that my body would respond so quickly and vehemently to what I ate.

I’m not talking about gaining weight (which I did, but I expected that). I’m talking about my stomach hurting after EVERY meal. I’ve always enjoyed food and have eaten my fair share of feasts. But I never experienced this. It was almost as if my body was saying, “Now that you and I are better acquainted, I’m going to say what I’m feeling loud and clear: you’re eating too much and I don’t like it damn it!”

What could possibly be different now than all the other times I gorged? Could it be that now that I have a more “close and personal” relationship with my body,  I can feel it communicating with me more “loudly?” Does that even make sense?

I really don’t know how to explain it but after weeks of feeling the repercussions of eating too much at 1 sitting, I have a newfound appreciation for the advice of eating smaller, fewer portions.  And a new-found respect (even fear!) for the power of my body’s “voice”.

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