<–That was the view from my hotel room in Salt Lake City. Gorgeous, isn’t it?!
It’s been one looooong week between traveling for work and then coming back and feeling slammed, so I thought since I just don’t have it in me to do a real post, that I’d leave you with these few tid-bits and a couple pics.
1) I am still over-eating and buying crap I don’t need. I”m hoping to have a good week next week.
2) In Salt Lake City, I had one of THE best meals of my life … and ate and drank and enjoyed, guilt-free. However, my stomach cannot handle rich foods and I didn’t feel so good afterwards. You live and learn; it was still worth every single bite. Continue reading “Just “Eh””
When I was in Hebrew School, this little boy several years younger than me (Curtis) used to always say “Eat, drink and get married!” instead of “eat, drink and be merry” after we’d say the blessings over the bread and wine.
After my work event yesterday, I have to admit … I ate, I drank, and was merry. And you know what? It felt human. Divine.
The digital event we hosted went off beautifully, seamlessly. Since event planning usually comes with drama, I have to say, knowing it went well really made me feel great.
And though I was too nervous to eat beforehand (I had a big breakfast) I sure made up for it last night at Osteria via Stato with my coworkers!
I feel like I’ve really been able to let go a little the past week, and hope I can continue to challenge myself (within reason, of course).
Hope you have a wonderful day — sorry this week my posts haven’t been too exciting; just a ton going on and I leave for San Diego Saturday for a conference, so things are just a bit nutty!
I had an epiphany after watching THIN for the second time, this time with my husband.
Needless to say, he was very, very disturbed by the movie. I’ll be honest, part of why I wanted him to see it was to show him, “Yes I am still struggling, but look, I’m not as extreme as these girls.”
But my husband is incredibly bright, and he knows me so well that it’s scary. While he agrees that I’m not as extreme as those girls, he picked up on some of the things the girls did — their behaviors — that mirrored mine.
To name a few … changing clothes 3 million times (guilty since age 7?), staring at myself in the mirror and prodding (totally a weight loss result — the obsession), chewing-and-spitting (my formerly shameful secret; now I just relapse from time to time), picking apart their food (guilty!), obsessing over weight gain, real or imagined (I try not to, but sometimes find myself doing it) ordering specifically (though that’s nothing new really; I’ve been a picky eater for as long as I can recall); ordering “diety.” (I’ve gotten better with this one).
And I wonder if subconsciously, I wanted him to point these things out in the film. Because they’re all things he’s been concerned about for me for years now; things he’s tried to talk me out of and things that, especially in the beginning, I shrugged off (“I’m not obsessing!”.)
All this time, he’s just wanted to make me see I am beautiful as I am, that I don’t need to obsess over my body, that there’s more to life than my outer self. Continue reading “Perception and Reality”
Saturday night, my husband and I went to the Melting Pot to celebrate our second wedding anniversary (which is tomorrow).
We had a blast, and I’m so glad we went. I’d been with girlfriends in college, but he’d never been before. Since his love for cheese pretty much rivals my love for chocolate, I figured it was guaranteed to be a surefire success.
And oh, it was!
I planned (are you surprised?!) somewhat for the day by getting in a great cardio workout in the morning. I felt so good, I literally could have kept going, but knew that would be counter-productive if I ended up ravenous.
So we had a good brunch at home in the morning, then got dressed up, visited a friend and their new baby (totally made me want to have a baby — STAT!) and headed off to an early-ish dinner. (dinner at the Melting Pot is a 2 1/2-3 hr affair if you’ve never been, and it’s an hour away from us).
By the time we arrived at the Melting Pot, the aromas were enticing beyond belief, and I was super-hungry (usually I have an apple or something so I am not a wildebeast). But I wanted to save my appetite, and thought going hungry would be a good thing. And it was! Continue reading “Melting Pot Fun”