Impatience … Definitely *Not* a Virtue

I’ve always said, “If patience is a virtue, I must be a huge sinner.”

I was a breach baby — so very impatient to get the hell out of the womb that I had to be delivered via C-section because I was coming out that way, or no way.

In hindsight, I think it was a pretty good indication that I’m not the kind of person who waits for much. 😉

I tend to be horribly impatient, which I realize now is often to a fault …

On the positive, it means I’m dependable and rarely late for anything … but it can be a real negative trait in many situations.

So when I read “Hate to Wait” in this month’s SELF magazine (despite my misgivings, my subscription is still active; when it ends I won’t renew, promise!) — it hit me like a ton of bricks. Continue reading “Impatience … Definitely *Not* a Virtue”

Rant: Content, Schmontent

stack-of-magazinesI love to read fitness magazines. I subscribe to SELF, Shape, Women’s Health, and Fitness. I used to also get Health, and sometimes I read Oxygen if someone left a copy at the gym.

But as a consumer, I have to say, I’m really getting annoyed with the predictable, formulaic content in each and every issue, regardless of the publication.

There’s seriously nothing new out there, and they’re all the same!

True, sometimes we hear about new health/fitness studies. But they’re usually bullets or side-bars, not full-on analyses. Nothing in-depth.

Each of these magazines dish the same topics about beauty, fashion, fitness, food, sex … just rehashed in different ways. Continue reading “Rant: Content, Schmontent”

“Happy” Weight Vs. “Fighting Weight”

Call it the weight loss/maintenance limbo: “How low are you willing to go?”

A couple months ago, SELF magazine had an article/quiz about finding your “happy” weight.

I had to laugh when it said my “happy weight” was 135, which ironically, had been my original WW goal.


Their idea of a “happy weight” is my idea of a “fighting weight,” a weight that I might not reach without serious deprivation or over-exercising … and even if I got there, it wouldn’t necessarily be maintainable in the long-term.

How do I know this? Well, the truth is (shhhh!!!), the lowest I ever got on Weight Watchers (on my old scale) was 138.4 (Note: on my new scale I never saw below 144).

I saw that “beautiful 138.4” twice, and nearly cried for joy seeing a “3” in my stats (though in reality it was probably not accurate).

And you know what? Both times I shot up to 142 the following week. At the time, I didn’t understand it. Until then, I’d been losing steadily, so why did I hit that wall? Continue reading ““Happy” Weight Vs. “Fighting Weight””

Hankering for Harmony

As a Libra, I’ve spent most of my adult life searching for balance.

The challenge is that my “hardware” is wired to be “black-and-white” versus “gray,” and so my very existence contradicts my own zodiac sign.

And even though I am on a quest for a more gray existence, I’m not there yet. Baby steps, sure, but I’m admittedly not there yet.

Reading the newest issue of SELF at the gym this morning (with JLo on the cover looking smoking hot!), I came across an article where a woman’s father had given her the advice to basically stop seeking “balance” but rather look for harmony in life.

Harmony, what a concept. Not something I’d ever given much thought to, but something certainly worth pondering. Continue reading “Hankering for Harmony”