This has been me all winter. And I was feeling sort of bad about it, particularly this morning when I decided to deal with the boxes of empty take out that have been decorating my floor and desk-space.
Then I felt doubly bad about it when I tried to put on a pair of pants that weren’t leggings.
But then I had this strange thought that this is all actually very funny.
There are probably some things that are so serious that I can’t or shouldn’t laugh when I encounter them, but gaining a few (this is surely putting it gently) pounds is not only wildly uninteresting to all the people I complain about it to, but also not that significant.
I’m fat*, so what, the squirrels are too. We’re hibernating and we need a little extra cushion this winter.
I’m still on blogging hiatus for the next four weeks (can’t wait to graduate and actually have time for things I enjoy) BUT check this article out! I’m excited to see a rising trend in “average” sized models and while I can’t in good conscience blame the media for the entirety of my body-image issues, I do think the ridiculous skinny standard has had some terrible consequences. I’m excited to see what this year brings and also to return to the blogosphere next month. Until then, I’m a little obsessed with this model, check out her Calvin Klein campaign or just google search Myla Dalbesio obsessively as I have all afternoon.
Doesn’t it feel like Christmas is over already? As of this afternoon I officially ate all the fudge that was supposed to be for the guests tomorrow (except the cranberry one…who makes cranberry fudge??) and had my fill of Christmas songs and movies. I think I’ve opened all of my presents too and while I still have some to give I don’t see how that’s more pleasurable than receiving.
just kidding. I couldn’t be more excited for tomorrow (certainly I have at least one present left??) I’ve been following the fat man and according to the news he just finished up in the Middle East. For some reason I think this is a problematic report but I can’t put my finger on why. And I lied I’m excited to see my parents open their gifts..a homemade inspo board + my own poem bc she doesn’t pin and a gift card to my dads fave pancake place with the understanding that he takes me. Mainly I’m hoping my nana hates the birchbox subscription I so generously set up for her and decides to give it to me.
I hope your day is full of love and homemade goodies (and secret cameras..is anyone else tempted to turn their family dynamic into a sitcom?? Please someone pay me for this shit…kidding, again, unless you know somebody…)
I hope to be back blogging soon but my computer went blue and apple can’t fix it…until I drag ass to the store but how can I face the crowds this time of year??
Maeve’s advice for a healthy relationship with food:
No foods are bad in and of themselves. The key to a healthy relationship with food is dietary flexibility. If you’re totally craving something, have it! The more you allow yourself to have something when you want it in a healthy proportion, the less likely you will be to binge later.
On that note, I think that the key to getting out of the binge/purge routine is to stop restricting altogether. It is neither easy to stop denying yourself, nor to unlearn the bad food/good food script. However, when one is able to relinquish the restrictive mentality, the binge/purge symptoms will disappear along with it.
I think using apps to log your fitness and count calories is never a good idea. It stimulates an obsessive, and overly-calculative relationship to one’s eating and exercise that I think goes south very quickly. Though a lot of health and fitness magazines preach ‘mindful eating,’ I think that this can send the wrong message to someone who is all too familiar with thinking about what he/she is eating.
In that vein, I eat by a very simple mantra: eat when you’re hungry, stop when you’re full. A go-to plate for me consists of a protein source, whole grains, and veggies. That being said, however, it will not, in fact, affect your weight to indulge in a cheeseburger and fries once or twice a week or have that slice of chocolate cake. Remember, flexibility!
Lastly, don’t weigh yourself more than once a week (at most). Perhaps, aim for every couple of weeks. Day to day fluctuations are not an accurate reflection of one’s weight gain or loss; rather, it has a lot more to do with how much water you’ve been drinking and the last time you pooped. Personally, I don’t even bother to weigh myself anymore. Instead, I like to use my favorite pair of jeans as a monitor. If they’re feeling tight, cut back on the desert. Or, if they’re especially lose, I check in to see if my nutrition and exercise are balanced in reference to one another.