Right. Blogging. So.
I tried a new cleanse that eliminated the following: animal products, alcohol, gluten and refined sugar. I made it for four days, which I counted an accomplishment. I have since stopped eating meat, and cut back on the gluten and sugar. I’m not a big drinker, so it wasn’t so much of an issue either way.
I feel amazing! I’ve been debating the merits of going vegetarian for years, and making the leap has be a LOT easier than I thought. There are still going to things that bring me to the brink of temptation: my girlfriend’s lambchops, Hooters wings, juicy cheeseburgers, but I feel like I’m doing the best thing for myself right now, and if I do eat meat occasionally, well, no big deal.
I’ve been trying to work out more (because I might as well, right? While I’m eating so well.) The fact that it’s summer is making that easy; my three dogs are mad for the dog park, and there’s one twenty minutes away that has a great swimming lake (plus there are lots of other dogs to play around with). We’ve been hiking all over, and it’s been good for them, too.
We also got a Wii Fit. I’m not using it to work out so much as track my progress. According to it, I’m down eight pounds in the past month. Woo! Skinnay!
I was out last night with a few girlfriends, both who are super cute and sweet. My friend S. has one of those bodies that is naturally thin and muscular, and she has to be careful not to dip underweight. Her abs are INCREDIBLE. Unfortunately for her, she’s at her “confused with life” phase where she wants so much out of life and is not sure (but really, “too scared”) at how to go about achieving it. Girl’s got “issues” if you know what I’m saying, and the conversation turned to how I seem to have it together; I have an amazing marriage and (despite being a bit of a dissatisfied housewife), I’m pretty happy. So is our other friend, C.
“Whatever!” she said. “You know you’d both kill for my body!”
I eyeballed her. “No. Nope. I wouldn’t.” To be honest, I was a little annoyed that she thought she was better looking than me (I mean, she IS fitter, but you don’t SAY such things! Goodness!) And my snappy “No.” was out as my gut reaction before I realized that it IS actually true: I don’t want her body, killer abs or not.
“I mean, of course there are things I want to change, but” I continued, “I feel pretty good.” I suppressed my smug smile. I was going to add: “and I get to have sex.” but I thought that her head might explode; she’s got no suitable husband on the horizion and is frustrated, and I’m not an ENTIRELY mean person, you know. But I thought it.