Wednesday, August 20, 2014

Let's Try This Again: Week 1 of Yet Another Exercise Experiment

Every January and beginning of summer is marked by the media onslaught of nineteen million ways to drop those pounds. The gym in the beginning of the year is packed with people proclaiming resolutions to get fit. Come warmer weather, swarms of people are signing up for cleanses and swimsuit challenges as the impending doom of shore weather draws near.

Here I am, deep into summer, writing a piece about getting in shape. The pumpkin beers are already out for goodness sakes (though an abomination)!

No time like the present? Sure. Or whatever.

I have certainly never been athletically-inclined. In fifth grade, I signed up for JV basketball, and when the coach saw me and found out that I was only in fifth grade, he was practically glowing with joy. I am around five foot eight and have been since about that time. While I am no giant now, I certainly was then in comparison to my classmates. He quickly learned, unfortunately, that my height had been gained in a very short period of time, and all-limbs-me had the coordination of a drunk giraffe. I continued with soccer through middle school, which worked out better than basketball, but I was still no natural. I always swam anytime I had access to a pool, and that was probably my strongest physical activity. I had the advantage of a very high metabolism and never really had to workout to keep trim.

How Rosalita feels about exercising.

However, as my mom always cautioned ("You know, I had a metabolism like you once upon a time..."), my body stopped burning through food at an obscene pace. I have a very close and personal relationship with food, and dieting is just out of the question. I. Love. Food. Once you learn to make a BĂ©arnaise  sauce, you can't just never make a BĂ©arnaise sauce again. Not that I eat unhealthy all the time—I make plenty of good food choices and being a vegetarian for many years previously taught me a lot about nutrition and whatnot, but I wasn't ever going to measure my food (except for a recipe!), count calories everyday, or give up butter or pasta ever (ha!).

Saturday, July 26, 2014

The Return

This is Alice, my parents' golden retriever puppy.
She's all grown up now, but I didn't want you to miss out.

Okay, now that I have your attention with this adorable bounding bundle of precious fuzz, it's time to get serious.  If you shlep through this ponderous, self-centered stream of thought, I will reward you with another puppy pic (or you could just cheat and skip ahead).

It's easy to get hung up on the details.  Before you know it, the details have all collected into one big ol' shitstorm of excuses and avoidance.

That might be a tad melodramatic, but my mother didn't call me "Molly Streep" for nothing.  It's been over a year since I last posted anything here (the word "blog" still makes me grimace and squirm though), and a lot of details, both small and large, contributed to that lapse.  I don't have the time.  I'm moving.  Work is crazy.  I want to redo my logo and design.  I want to have a proper writing space.  I need to learn Illustrator.  I have to read everything ever written about SEO.

I could go on and on.

However, that would not make for a good read so while I am chipping away at those details, rather than using them as an excuse, I am going to take you along for the ride, and maybe we can even learn from each other (oh the feel good feels!).


I had originally started this blog (shutter) to assist with my Etsy site.  Hey guys, guess what?  I have not (yet) launched an Etsy shop.  There's time, but I am no longer getting hung up on it.  [Insert "Let's try baby steps"-esque cliche here].  I don't have to do it all and what I do, doesn't have to be perfect, doesn't have to be top-of-the-Chrysler-Building shiny.  I like to write.  I like to take photos.  I like to cook.  I like to get up to my eyeballs in various projects.  Sounds like a good foundation for a blog (sigh), right?  Then let's start there for now.

That's all I have to worry about at present: starting.  I wore grape-purple lipgloss and scrunchies once upon a time so I am able to accept that I'm not always gonna feel great about things in the past.  If Matthew McConaughey never made How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days or Sahara, we honestly probably wouldn't be quite as blown away by Dallas Buyers Club or True Detective (though I'm pretty convinced that was 100% intentional.  I'm on to you, McConaughey).  I'm not expecting to reach that level of greatness, but I can't make any sort of improvement if I don't start, and I can't start unless I let go of perfection.  Ah!  Eureka!  Realization!

So thanks for listening and allowing me to lay on the virtual therapist's couch.  I think I got that out of my system.  Now it's time to get to the meat and potatoes (plus some alternatives for my vegetarians and vegans out there), even if in the beginning, those meat and potatoes looks a little less filet mignon and a little more struggle plate.  Details be damned!

Your reward for sticking with me: Alice loving the water from day one.