So many people are obsessed with the idea that it all happens quickly-you’re body’s changes that is, and I don’t blame you! Every magazine I pick up in line at the grocery store has a massive transformation of one star or an other, and you see the before picture, and think well hell! I swear I just saw them and they were like 30 lbs heavier! And now look at how fit and delicious they look. I’m going to do that, I can definitely do that. Why not? And then I prance off, magazine in hand, with a new plan of action ready to put into effect, at this point nothing will shirk me! The problem is, three days later when I’m standing in a comparable line, in a comparable store, I’ll see a very familiar magazine layout of an other woman who did it in even less time, and it’s diet let’s me eat three more gluten-free wasa crackers a day! Hallelujah!! So I make the change. And a week later while in an other line, suspiciously set up like last week’s I’ll see an other magazine...
It goes on and on like this. The body yo-yo’s about, from one extreme to an other. From “no starchy carbohydrates”--which one can handle for about 3 days before biting into a piece of toast and waking up 30 minutes later from a starch coma and finding an empty bread bag lying directly to the left, having nothing but a guilt headache for company. Panic ensues, the decision that the cabbage soup diet might be better instead. You can eat as much soup as you want, and you’ll have no need for portion control, thank you lord! (I’ve thanked the lord for such things before!:) Before you know it, you’ve bought the South Beach Diet book, and you’ve torn through a list of diets, pills, and juices, that are supposed to transform you into the “you” that you’re hoping will look the slimmest in that dress hanging in your closet. The one that you haven’t ever worn outside your bedroom.
You know exactly what I’m talking about, you never find it in you to throw it out, because you’ll wear it at this event, or that wedding, or by your next birthday. There’s always a promise to yourself for the looming date ahead. The point of all of this (and believe me, there is one) is that this is a possibility. The stupid thing is that by the time you’ve stopped to scold yourself for your failure of your ump-teen diets, it’s been 3 months, and you could have been at your goal had you picked a healthy plan and allowed it the time to work for you in a steady progression.
Whether you like it or not, you didn’t gain the weight or extra inches instantly, and you’re not going to lose it instantly either. Every diet does work, every exercise plan and ploy and trick and tip really does work. What you need to ask yourself when you’re making the decision to change your body; to look and feel the way that you were meant to, is: “what can I live with?”
Ultimately that’s the idea. You don’t want to be dieting for the rest of your life. You want to find that happy medium, where you learn and execute healthy living so that it’s what comes natural to you. Your body will thank you, by giving you the slim, healthy, energetic body that you’ve been envisioning inside the dress that’s hiding in your closet. Time to give it a reason to move! Steady progress adds up, make small changes in your life every day and it really will make the biggest difference in your life. Make a decision, choose to follow through with it for yourself and trust it. Trust yourself, no one will know you better.
-J
Monday, June 22, 2009
Saturday, June 20, 2009
Know ye not...?
This morning, at what appeared to be a breakfast buffet at the Travelodge lobby, I found a hub of people that gave me an observation of epic proportion. A trio debating the length of time it takes to create the perfect waffle-it's funny to me that these strangers feel a camaraderie brought on by the anticipation of starch at it's finest. Moving along, there's a elderly couple sitting at a table drinking coffee and staring at me, intently. A middle aged couple eating matching bagels in their matching polo's with their matching scowls, turn to identically make obligated eye contact with me with a set of fake grins.
All I can keep thinking is, they look exactly like the food they're eating. Doughy, color-less, dimpled and soft. What's more, is they apparently seem to know this, whether it's obvious to them yet or not. They're emitting this unpleasant energy brought on by their body knowing what they're refusing to acknowledge. They're not feeling happy, healthy, energetic and whatever else it is they see on me when I walk through the door eating a bright red apple.
Eat the food that you want to resemble, in whatever the way. Whole, real, colorful and organic. We aren't processed people. Not naturally anyways, I suppose the more fake food we eat, the more our bodies find nothing they acknowledge as fuel, thus nowhere to place it, except to store it as that flabby fat we ALL hate so much.
So then, I bring up the question of why do we do what we do, when we know what we know? Are we simply glutton's for punishment? Or are we hoping to get past on a hope that we're the one exception to the rule. What we eat ultimately makes us who we are. It effects our moods, which effects our lives, which makes us who we are. Not to mention what we look like. Yeeesh. We only get one chance with our body, let's do something admiral with it!! Keep it as long as possible. It's your life after all.
"Do you not know that you are the temple of God and that the Spirit of God dwells in you? If anyone defiles the temple of God, God will destroy him. For the temple of God is holy, which temple you are." 1 Corinthians 3:16-17
It's very possible, that the destruction is left up to us, as well as our salvation with our body. What you eat will inevitably better your life, or slowly destroy you. Whether you're religious or not, food is indiscriminate. So next time you walk into your local breakfast buffet, take a minute to pause and look at the untouched basket of fruit beside the remains of what used to be a pile of pastries. Make your choice...life, or death. Have a good one!:)
-J
All I can keep thinking is, they look exactly like the food they're eating. Doughy, color-less, dimpled and soft. What's more, is they apparently seem to know this, whether it's obvious to them yet or not. They're emitting this unpleasant energy brought on by their body knowing what they're refusing to acknowledge. They're not feeling happy, healthy, energetic and whatever else it is they see on me when I walk through the door eating a bright red apple.
Eat the food that you want to resemble, in whatever the way. Whole, real, colorful and organic. We aren't processed people. Not naturally anyways, I suppose the more fake food we eat, the more our bodies find nothing they acknowledge as fuel, thus nowhere to place it, except to store it as that flabby fat we ALL hate so much.
So then, I bring up the question of why do we do what we do, when we know what we know? Are we simply glutton's for punishment? Or are we hoping to get past on a hope that we're the one exception to the rule. What we eat ultimately makes us who we are. It effects our moods, which effects our lives, which makes us who we are. Not to mention what we look like. Yeeesh. We only get one chance with our body, let's do something admiral with it!! Keep it as long as possible. It's your life after all.
"Do you not know that you are the temple of God and that the Spirit of God dwells in you? If anyone defiles the temple of God, God will destroy him. For the temple of God is holy, which temple you are." 1 Corinthians 3:16-17
It's very possible, that the destruction is left up to us, as well as our salvation with our body. What you eat will inevitably better your life, or slowly destroy you. Whether you're religious or not, food is indiscriminate. So next time you walk into your local breakfast buffet, take a minute to pause and look at the untouched basket of fruit beside the remains of what used to be a pile of pastries. Make your choice...life, or death. Have a good one!:)
-J
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Salutations snack...
...I literally thought this just now, while reaching for my caffeine free diet Pepsi. I have a preference for solid foods as a snack--such as chocolate, I enjoy chocolate. Instead, I've been eating a lot of sugar free cherry jello lately. It's still kind of sweet, and with it's dictator influenced mini cups, I have portion control, assuming I'll eat just the one. So I've got that going for me, which is nice.
The brigade of thoughts I find myself directing towards sustenance, would cause even the faint of humor to stifle a dry laugh. Why not write this down. Why not let the tip of my self proclaimed "neurotic iceberg" show, and let those of you out there (and after working as a food addict counselor, I know you ARE in fact out there) read my ridiculous thoughts, and feel in comparison, slightly more secure in your own skin.
I had a debate yesterday afternoon, between my self, and I. It lasted roughly 58 minutes. The 58 minutes that it took to stumble through my upper body workout with Tony Horton and a couple other "hard bodies" in the p90X series. This is the series said to ''totally shred and make you ripped out of your mind" with that oh-so-BRO attitude that makes you feel like a bad ass for 5 minutes, until you find your morale dropping to a low as you realize it's you've lost your momentum in the warm up. The debate, went as follows:
Self: Well I've only be awake for like 3 hours, and I ate (cut to calculating in my head with my eyes literally looking upwards to do so) like 500 calories tops. So, I can probably do this later on and get more out of it, I definitely don't have the energy stored to execute a feat such as this.
I: Dammit, do this you big baby. HE'S doing it (jutting my chin out towards my work out buddy looking significantly more into it then my self) do NOT quit this, you are such a wimp.
Self: Ya, but I promise I'll do it later, on the roof deck, it'll be cooler, it'll make you breathe better and then you'll get a better work out, let's just quit
And at this point I actually say a version of this thought masked in a positive lucid tone, to my work out buddy, which he shuts down. Well done workout buddy, you did your job! And I begrudgingly carry on with my knee ups and my leaps that are entirely half-ass as I continue to debate things out in my head.
Self: I'm quitting, he's being mean, I won't do this. I'm also going to go eat some cereal, and some of that Redstone chocolate in the freezer, and I'll just quit eating tomorrow, forever, and for some reason, that makes sense to me right now and that's what I'm doing...
I: Dammit Jae, you quit us this time and you'll be whining about the size of your ass for EVER, do it or ill cut your arm off (or something as equally ridiculous, being that I know I will never actually inflict physical pain on myself, but still...)
It went on like this, back and forth, resulting in a headache until I finished the upper body workout. Of course, after finishing such a great work out and feeling the tidal wave splash of endorphins, I was once again a believer in Tony Horton and his brawny band of bros and babes.
Get through it, fight it out, and do it. It's worth it. Upon making it through such a mental mutiny, I feel like I'm bad ass all over again. But to be honest, and I swear dear reader, I always will be, it's 2:14pm and I have 90 minutes of yoga looming in front of me. I'll try and remember how that potent high of endorphins felt after my last work out, and how strong and free it made me feel in this skin of mine. There's of course the fact that there will always be a reason; an excuse, a food, a t.v. show, an ailment, a some thing or an other, that will tempt me to not go through with what is best for my self. The important thing is that I remember that one of my greatest talents...is to ignore! Keep the blinders on and push through it. It's not easy for anyone, all the time.
And so then, I'll depart, I'll sip my soda, and possibly watch the infomercial - p90X: THE PROOF one more time to get me into that downward dog for 90 minutes.
-Jae,TONED ZONE
The brigade of thoughts I find myself directing towards sustenance, would cause even the faint of humor to stifle a dry laugh. Why not write this down. Why not let the tip of my self proclaimed "neurotic iceberg" show, and let those of you out there (and after working as a food addict counselor, I know you ARE in fact out there) read my ridiculous thoughts, and feel in comparison, slightly more secure in your own skin.
I had a debate yesterday afternoon, between my self, and I. It lasted roughly 58 minutes. The 58 minutes that it took to stumble through my upper body workout with Tony Horton and a couple other "hard bodies" in the p90X series. This is the series said to ''totally shred and make you ripped out of your mind" with that oh-so-BRO attitude that makes you feel like a bad ass for 5 minutes, until you find your morale dropping to a low as you realize it's you've lost your momentum in the warm up. The debate, went as follows:
Self: Well I've only be awake for like 3 hours, and I ate (cut to calculating in my head with my eyes literally looking upwards to do so) like 500 calories tops. So, I can probably do this later on and get more out of it, I definitely don't have the energy stored to execute a feat such as this.
I: Dammit, do this you big baby. HE'S doing it (jutting my chin out towards my work out buddy looking significantly more into it then my self) do NOT quit this, you are such a wimp.
Self: Ya, but I promise I'll do it later, on the roof deck, it'll be cooler, it'll make you breathe better and then you'll get a better work out, let's just quit
And at this point I actually say a version of this thought masked in a positive lucid tone, to my work out buddy, which he shuts down. Well done workout buddy, you did your job! And I begrudgingly carry on with my knee ups and my leaps that are entirely half-ass as I continue to debate things out in my head.
Self: I'm quitting, he's being mean, I won't do this. I'm also going to go eat some cereal, and some of that Redstone chocolate in the freezer, and I'll just quit eating tomorrow, forever, and for some reason, that makes sense to me right now and that's what I'm doing...
I: Dammit Jae, you quit us this time and you'll be whining about the size of your ass for EVER, do it or ill cut your arm off (or something as equally ridiculous, being that I know I will never actually inflict physical pain on myself, but still...)
It went on like this, back and forth, resulting in a headache until I finished the upper body workout. Of course, after finishing such a great work out and feeling the tidal wave splash of endorphins, I was once again a believer in Tony Horton and his brawny band of bros and babes.
Get through it, fight it out, and do it. It's worth it. Upon making it through such a mental mutiny, I feel like I'm bad ass all over again. But to be honest, and I swear dear reader, I always will be, it's 2:14pm and I have 90 minutes of yoga looming in front of me. I'll try and remember how that potent high of endorphins felt after my last work out, and how strong and free it made me feel in this skin of mine. There's of course the fact that there will always be a reason; an excuse, a food, a t.v. show, an ailment, a some thing or an other, that will tempt me to not go through with what is best for my self. The important thing is that I remember that one of my greatest talents...is to ignore! Keep the blinders on and push through it. It's not easy for anyone, all the time.
And so then, I'll depart, I'll sip my soda, and possibly watch the infomercial - p90X: THE PROOF one more time to get me into that downward dog for 90 minutes.
-Jae,TONED ZONE
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