I had a conversation yesterday that went something like the following, "Good morning Stacy". "Good morning", I said with a large bag hung over my shoulder, folders in one hand, a box in the other, as I try to balance my cup of tea on top of it all. "I hate you, as I watch you walk up the stairs." I smile awkwardly. "One day you will be fat and I will make sure I get to witness it!" she says with a smile and then proceeds to laugh. "Don't jinx me", I reply.
She was not the only person to say this to me in this lifetime.
Well... your dreams have come true!
Today is the day I lost my superpowers. My superpower being - my ability to workout, exercise, and make healthy choices as I select what to eat...
I woke up today with swelling in my ankles, thankful that I had eaten chicken with broccoli from the Chinese restaurant just minutes before I fell asleep last night. It seems like an abundant amount of salt has a beautiful way of singing a lullaby before bedtime. It also left me with pleasant dreams of walking through a pile of wet cement and my swollen salty ankles plowing my way through to safety. I awoke with a smile across my face and my first meal already teasing the tastebuds on the tip of my tongue. A bagel with bacon, egg, and cheese, throwing away the white of the egg for health reasons and just going after the gold! The decision to pick out what to wear is always pretty simple, stretchy black pants with a long black shirt because black is always the most flattering color and today seems like a good day to turn heads. The day got even better when I realized I did not have to tie my shoes because my salty sausages and swollen ankles made the shoe somewhat snug already, what a relief! Also, I would have had to sit down since I can not reach my foot from a standing position...pulling out a chair, sitting down, leaning over to tie, and standing back up sounds like too much exercise all in one day! I packed my lunch with a bag of potato chips (which I will not share), a sandwich, and a Milky Way candy bar (studies prove that chocolate releases stress and my job could get stressful!). I got into my car, pulling back my seat all the way until situated and then pushing the steering wheel down until it nearly reaches the top roll of my stomach. Ready to drive to work!
I am happy it is not too hot outside today, you would think the flapping of arm fat would be a personal fanning system but it seems to conduct electricity instead and increases sweat loss. I arrived at work on time and parked, took a scenic walk from my car to the building with frequent rests to allow my breathing to catch up to my lungs. It was like a game of tag, except my breath was never able to physically tag my lungs but the game was exciting while it lasted, gambling with the thoughts of passing out or counting down the steps till I sit down. Finally getting into the building after the thirty step count, I took a trip to the vending machine for a sugar rush and caffeine fix. I saw a co-worker as I was walking and my conversation proceeded something like this- "Good morning Stacy". "Good morning", I said with a large bag hung over my shoulder, folders in one hand, a box in the other, as I try to balance my can of soda on top of it all. Hardly breathing as we continue the conversation, she asks me how my year is going. I respond, and with a smile on her face we walk in separate directions. As I approach the finish line which is the top of the second flight of stairs, I enter my classroom. I can not wait to eat that Milky Way, I guess half now, half later would be fair. I mean I wouldn't want it to melt or just sit around and have to wait for me. Also, after a morning like this, I need something to ease my stress.
Clearly, I can carry this story on and on forever, possibly we can make a part two and you can anticipate the excitement to come. Being healthy is not a choice to resent or banter. Notice, that same coworker would never walk up to my super-powerless self and say "I hate you, as I watch you struggle up the stairs, barely breathing because the fat in your body is weighing too heavily on your organs for them to function correctly." Nope, can't say that, that's rude. News flash- as mom always says "If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all."
People that are in shape work hard for it, as we all know there is no magic pill. And NO I am not strange because I workout and NO will I not flex for you, I'll save that topic for my next blog.
Until then...
Stay Healthy!
She was not the only person to say this to me in this lifetime.
Well... your dreams have come true!
Today is the day I lost my superpowers. My superpower being - my ability to workout, exercise, and make healthy choices as I select what to eat...
I woke up today with swelling in my ankles, thankful that I had eaten chicken with broccoli from the Chinese restaurant just minutes before I fell asleep last night. It seems like an abundant amount of salt has a beautiful way of singing a lullaby before bedtime. It also left me with pleasant dreams of walking through a pile of wet cement and my swollen salty ankles plowing my way through to safety. I awoke with a smile across my face and my first meal already teasing the tastebuds on the tip of my tongue. A bagel with bacon, egg, and cheese, throwing away the white of the egg for health reasons and just going after the gold! The decision to pick out what to wear is always pretty simple, stretchy black pants with a long black shirt because black is always the most flattering color and today seems like a good day to turn heads. The day got even better when I realized I did not have to tie my shoes because my salty sausages and swollen ankles made the shoe somewhat snug already, what a relief! Also, I would have had to sit down since I can not reach my foot from a standing position...pulling out a chair, sitting down, leaning over to tie, and standing back up sounds like too much exercise all in one day! I packed my lunch with a bag of potato chips (which I will not share), a sandwich, and a Milky Way candy bar (studies prove that chocolate releases stress and my job could get stressful!). I got into my car, pulling back my seat all the way until situated and then pushing the steering wheel down until it nearly reaches the top roll of my stomach. Ready to drive to work!
I am happy it is not too hot outside today, you would think the flapping of arm fat would be a personal fanning system but it seems to conduct electricity instead and increases sweat loss. I arrived at work on time and parked, took a scenic walk from my car to the building with frequent rests to allow my breathing to catch up to my lungs. It was like a game of tag, except my breath was never able to physically tag my lungs but the game was exciting while it lasted, gambling with the thoughts of passing out or counting down the steps till I sit down. Finally getting into the building after the thirty step count, I took a trip to the vending machine for a sugar rush and caffeine fix. I saw a co-worker as I was walking and my conversation proceeded something like this- "Good morning Stacy". "Good morning", I said with a large bag hung over my shoulder, folders in one hand, a box in the other, as I try to balance my can of soda on top of it all. Hardly breathing as we continue the conversation, she asks me how my year is going. I respond, and with a smile on her face we walk in separate directions. As I approach the finish line which is the top of the second flight of stairs, I enter my classroom. I can not wait to eat that Milky Way, I guess half now, half later would be fair. I mean I wouldn't want it to melt or just sit around and have to wait for me. Also, after a morning like this, I need something to ease my stress.
Clearly, I can carry this story on and on forever, possibly we can make a part two and you can anticipate the excitement to come. Being healthy is not a choice to resent or banter. Notice, that same coworker would never walk up to my super-powerless self and say "I hate you, as I watch you struggle up the stairs, barely breathing because the fat in your body is weighing too heavily on your organs for them to function correctly." Nope, can't say that, that's rude. News flash- as mom always says "If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all."
People that are in shape work hard for it, as we all know there is no magic pill. And NO I am not strange because I workout and NO will I not flex for you, I'll save that topic for my next blog.
Until then...
Stay Healthy!