I am in a fairly good mood despite the fact that I have spent too much money in the past few days.
I bought the second season of Eastbound and Down.
I bought Lululemon shorts.
On sale, baby.
Then I bought these with much hesitation - Adidas Adizero Mana 6
I bought them online with free shipping/returns so if I don’t like them, I can return them. I really just want another pair of my Adidas adiZero Tempo 4, but I already have both colors. It just makes me super nervous since those shoes work so well for me, I hope these do too. They are supposed to be similar.
Anyway, I had two days off from work so I just spent money because I’m insane.
With my two days off from work, I lazily went to stores, grocery stores, and the movies where I saw 30 Minutes or Less and The Help. I bawled during The Help. Of course it wasn’t exactly like the book and there were some good details left out, it was still a fairly good movie.
Before I forget (and since my mind is all over the place right now), I wanted to say I am glad you guys enjoyed the ab workouts I posted. If you do perform the workouts, make sure you allow a day in between. I found this great article on ab obsession. It is true that people are obsessed with getting a six-pack. However, “your muscles need at least a day of rest in between workouts in order to recover and strengthen properly… If you work out those same muscles (aka abs) on consecutive days, your body does not have enough time to complete the rebuilding process. Thus, it’s actually less efficient to workout a muscle group every day than waiting a day in between.”
On the running front, my last two runs were somewhat shitty. It’s like I was into them mentally and I wanted to push myself, but my body was like, “Hell no. I’m just going sweat a lot to burn your eyes so you have to stop.” I did 12 miles on Monday just because I wanted to. Then, on Tuesday, I did 10 miles because I didn’t want to do a hill thus I took the long way back. Does that me lazy? Anyway, because my last two runs were abnormal, I started to run today and this time I wasn’t into it mentally. I just didn’t want to be stuck with myself and my lunatic mind for an hour so I went back the gym. Tomorrow is another day though.
Whew. Running can seriously put you in a funk, I think. I’ll push myself through pain, but if I am not feeling it mentally, it is a hundred times tougher. Anyone else with me?
One of my goals this week besides finish off the 88464689 pints of ice cream I have,
and to find all the Vitamin Water flavors
was to finish Portia de Rossi’s book Unbearable Lightness.
She is so honest and brave in her book too. She reveals everything like:
“I raised my arms above my head and shook out my hands as if to expel the energy. My cousin and my brother were in the living room, sitting by the Christmas tree, but I no longer cared. In front of my cousin and my brother, I started jumping up and down with my arms above my head and shaking my hands to try to get rid of the calories in the potatoes.”
The things she did when she was sick with her eating disorder were ridiculous. Of course she says that now, but then, it made sense to her.
I feel as if a lot of us can relate to this book in some way. For me, it was the fact that Portia didn’t just wake up one day and decided to eat 300 calories only; but it the fact that her healthy eating got out of control. She wanted to lose a few pounds and eat better. I was the same. I started eating veggies, but soon that was all I was eating and eventually the scale said 94lbs.
Portia counted the calories in gum. I did that. She counted ever calorie and only ate tuna, egg whites, or Jell-o. She ran non-stop. She hated herself.
How can a woman as beautiful as Portia see flaws in herself?
I know I am the biggest hypocrite saying that since I dislike a lot of aspects about myself, but Portia is gorgeous as well as an amazing actress. Has anyone seen her on Arrested Development? Hello, favorite show.
I highly encourage you to pick up this book. I wouldn’t worry about any triggering thoughts while reading it because I didn’t have any. If anything, it just made think, “Wow. I did that. I couldn’t sit because it hurt. I stood to burn more calories.”
My only beef with this book was the ending. It ends too quickly and I wish she would have elaborated on her recovery. Yeah, we all know recovery is difficult, but I would have like to read more about her’s.
It’s not another book on just an eating disorder. Portia does talk about her sexuality, which I found severely tragic how she thought everyone would view her diffidently if they found out she was gay. She struggled immensely with it.