What It's Really Like...

What it's really like...

Monday, December 27, 2010

The Gym Won't Make You Thin

It's that time of year again.. when the gym regulars bitch about the after-New Years rush, which usually lasts about a month.  When the rush is over the regulars comment how it's finally back to normal (i.e., a few machines empty here and there and less crowding in the classes and weight room).  I've been going to the same gym for 6 years, so this routine if very familiar to me.. I'm usually with the after New Years rush, since I'm generally a slack ass for the months of November and December.  That's my routine though.  Workout really hard for 10 months and then give my body a big fat break when it starts to get cold and I can run around outside a lot more with my kids (when it's hot here, there is no playing outside.. there is only going to the pool or to the beach, then inside for endless hrs of AC).  But I know it's not the gym that keeps my weight in check.  The gym is for mental and physical wellness, toned muscles, limberness, etc.  But unless you are training for a marathon or triathalon, or some other major athletic event, working out will not make you thin.. it'll make you feel good.. but it won't make you thin (neither will breast feeding for that matter, but that's a whole 'nother story).  

So here's the secret... Eat less.  Less is more.  Did you hear about the Twinkie Diet?  There was some serious controversy surrounding it, but it made sense.  The bottom line was that your diet can consist solely of Twinkies and you will lose weight.  But you'd need to eat about 600 calories a day of only Twinkies to make this happen.  It does however highlight my point. 

OK, what's really my point?  I recently hung out with my friend whose average exercise log time for the week is about 15 hours in the gym where she "double dips" (my slang for exercising twice in one day.. you know, weight room and a class, or two classes in a row).  I tried using Cole as an excuse why I haven't been and she really gave me shit.. So this blog is one big fat excuse why I haven't exercised in 2 months.  On January 3rd I will revisit my yearly habit of shamelessly walking into the gym like I haven't missed a day (or 60 but who's counting)... and for the next 10 months I will work out hard and pay attention to what I eat.  But for the past two months, just knowing that the gym won't make me thin has gotten me through the holidays without too much angst of missing all those days in one of my favorite places.  Which is why although I know it won't make me thin, the gym will always be a part of my life (i.e., because it makes me tone, and limber, and makes me feel really really good).



Tuesday, December 21, 2010

Candy Crisis



When I was around 3 years old we were at the pool club snack bar and I wanted a cupcake.  When I was finished with that one I wanted another.  When I wanted yet another one, my mother said no.  I lost it and she carried me out screaming, leaving my sister there with a neighbor to take home. After I heard the story I asked my mom why she didn't just give me the cupcake..she said, "I don't know, why didn't I?"  Well, guess what.. now I know.

My son would like to live in Candy Land, with confectionery sugar-lined roads, and gingerbread houses covered in candy for him to eat at will.  This kid has a problem.  Yesterday I took him to a store where the entrance was lined with junk food.  He pulled one of those giant lollipops (you know the ones made for all those elephants who eat candy) from the stand in the entrance.  I said no way!  He starts to cry, I picked him up kicking and wailing and carried him outside.  I explained to him that it wasn't going to happen, and if he didn't get it together we were leaving.  He tried to explain through his blubbering.. I can't help it, I want the candy, I'm sowwy.. It wasn't pretty.  But he pulled it together, he held my hand, and we went back in.  The next store we went to had candy canes on the register counter.  While I was questioning the price of one of the items being rung up, Ella is trying to get my attention (this is after I told her to let me speak to the store people without interrupting) so I was ignoring her.  Finally, she says, "MOM!  HE'S EATING A CANDY CANE!"  I look at Cole and he's tearing the plastic off of a giant candy cane from the counter with his teeth!  Nice.

So.. As much as I love this time of year, the candy crisis will be ongoing until at least Valentine's Day.  I'm not giving up though.  I warned him about rotten teeth, rotten brain and fat camp.. I don't mind crossing the line with my threats at this point, because the first thing he said this morning was.. Can I have a cookie??