Can you believe we’re heading into August this week? I feel like the summer has flown by, and I don’t have much to show for it.
Except a bigger waistline.
At first, I was in denial. “I’m just bloated.” “Michael must’ve put these jeans in the dryer.” I think many of you know the drill. Well, it’s official. A lot of my pants and skirts are ridiculously tight right now and it doesn’t have anything to do with retaining water or my husband doing the laundry!
This situation is frustrating to me on a number of levels. For starters, I’m a certified fitness instructor. I know what to do and how to do it . . . I’m just not. Second, I’ve never really struggled with my weight. I haven’t owned a scale since college. I eat whatever I want whenever I want without giving it a second thought. Finally, I just really don’t care that I don’t fit into some of my pants right now. Is that terrible? A few weeks ago while sitting on the set I asked my colleagues, “Have you ever started getting fat and just not cared about it?” Bachman looked at me like I was speaking Swahili, Ed was nodding his head and Murph shot back with, “No. But once I started getting fat and just didn’t notice!” Classic.
Anyway, I read an interesting article about weight gain among friends. It’s pretty interesting. If you feel like checking it out, here’s the link:
Finally some random thoughts . . .
1) You guys are really shy! So many of you drop me emails about the blog, but you never post anything here. Why? Feel free to share your thoughts. And by the way – thanks to Jeremy for the great tip about the barbeque website a few weeks ago!
2) My husband told me once that he’d heard that if you drive through downtown Des Moines at 25 mph you can hit every green light. I tried it. It worked!
3) We ran a story during the five o’clock news about pet owners feeding their cats raw rabbit meat because of all the problems with commercial pet foods. I love my cat, but I’m not going rabbit hunting anytime soon.
4) Do you read the paper? I mean, the physical paper that gets thrown on your doorstep? It’s part of my morning ritual but I’m starting to realize that fewer and fewer people do this. When I was kid my dad read every page of the Omaha World Herald, starting with the sports section and I always loved the smell of the paper, the feel of the paper, the “snap” of him turning the pages . . . so maybe it’s just a nostalgic thing for me.
Right now I am out of time – thanks for reading, watching and emailing!