These are my new shoes. Think they're gaudy? You should see my coin bra.
That's right. My next role is going to star a whole lot of cleavage and my bare midriff, all swathed in belly-dancer style coins. Think I Dream of Jeannie. If only I had Barbara Eden's figure!
Well, okay. Full disclosure. My actual midriff will NOT be showing because, well, nobody needs to see that, but it will be represented by the presence of the heaviest duty Spanx I could find, and there is a splendiferous hot pink coat bedazzled with all manner of baubles. But the illusion is there. There is nothing between me and the world but the Spanx. But hey, if even Hollywood starlets swear by it, why should I be ashamed?
Nevertheless, this costume makes me wish I'd been hitting the Abs Ripper X even harder. But it's going to take more than one twelve-week stint for my abs to approach anything that could be described as "cut". They're more like "squeezed", as in from a tube of cookie dough. Nice firm cookie dough, but dough nonetheless.
I am still stuck on Week 9 of P90X, having to work it around the rehearsal schedule, and I still haven't started running. For one thing, it's just dang hot here and I haven't been waking up early enough to run in the mornings. But I'm determined to get started.
Foodwise, I've been eating oddly but happily, not too much. Lately all I really want are smoothies -- maybe because it's so hot. So I alternate between homemade smoothies and salads, with handfuls of nuts and dried cranberries as a snack. Over the weekend, I had occasion to hang out in a Barnes and Noble for a little while, and I thumbed through Michael Pollan's Food Rules, an easy to read, sensible, nice little reminder of how we should be eating 80-90% of the time. It's essentially a boiled-down version of his philosophy, reduced to pithy and memorable little statements like "Don't eat cereal that changes the color of the milk" , "Don't eat anything that has the same name in every language" and "Don't eat food that doesn't rot". (That last one especially resonates with me because, as I write this, we have half a package of grocery store brand white bread that we bought back in March, when my in-laws were here, to feed the ducks. It has been on the counter ever since --- even the ducks had better sense that to eat it --- and it is neither moldy nor stale. Does this stuff even digest?).
I find stuff like this useful because it will pop into my mind when I am tempted, ever so briefly, to go through a drive-through or pop a frozen dinner in the microwave for convenience's sake. But then I remember that eating that stuff not only will fail to satisfy my nutritional needs, it will not satisfy my taste buds and I'll be left craving REAL food. It's just not worth it.
So, I had my smoothie for breakfast, I'll have some whole wheat pasta with veggies than I made last night for lunch, and take a salad with me to rehearsal this afternoon since I'm not coming home until late and have no place to refrigerate stuff. And now, it's off to do my yoga, much of which takes a surprising amount of core strength. And that can only be good for the coin bra.
Sheesh. Compared to that, my work wardrobe is so boring ...
Posted by: H. Skippety | June 01, 2011 at 03:38 PM