so thanks to the generosity of my dear friend jeanbean i've got a pedometer strapped to me...it's supposed to count the steps i take in a day...the goal is 10,000 steps a day on average to maintain weight and health...
they say the average amount a person walks on a daily basis is 3,000 steps...
the problem is this pedometer is at some points giving me twice as many steps as i have taken...does that count?...but hey maybe it's not a mistake...maybe there's just so much strength and energy in my daily stride that each step i take gets double the points!...wow!...i'm amazing!...chocolate cake for dinner and a six pack for desert!...
actually, i think i need a better quality pedometer...
this whole fitness *deal* lately is crazy...you can't go into a grocery store without realizing that every freakin' thing has been de-carbed!...and what about all the rest of what's out there?...you're supposed to count how many steps you take and reduce your daily food intake to points...
at this point i'd need twice as many steps as they say and half as many points as i'm allowed to reduce myself to the girl i used to be...
sounds like a lot of trouble...i think i'd rather exercise and eat a well-balanced, moderate diet...it's kept me healthy thus far, and with no numbers to keep track of it's definitely more enjoyable...
which brings me to my latest adventure in leaving the house...i heard tale of a pair of jeans that are supposed to make you long and lean...to sit at the right place on your waist to hold in the tummy and accentuate the bottom...
so of course i set out on the quest...just to look...perhaps to try on...
so i find these jeans, get an approximation of what may or may not be my size and head to the dressing room...i grab a shirt on the way for good measure...a sporty three-quarter length t-shirt in a wonderful blue...
so i'm getting into the jeans and i notice they are made of a *stretch* material...not like my famous stretchy pants, but rather made of denim...only stretchy...okay, can i say how much i dislike denim stretch?...i mean really dislike them...so by now they are up my body and buttoned on and i can honestly say they do not make me look long or lean...
have i shrunk?...as in am i shorter than i used to be?...because these jeans make me look about as long and lean as a bratwurst...and not one of those long jobbies meant to be eaten with peppers and onions...the kind that are wider than a hot dog, but short enough to fit on a store brand bun...
and they are boot cut...boot cut?...i don't own any boots...which basically makes them bell bottoms...i'm sorry, not the look for me...never was, never will be...i'm not saying i favor a flock of seagull pegged and rolled up leg, but i like my pants to be somewhere near my ankles and not covering my shoes...
at this point i decide to put on the shirt...and realize it's a boatneck...if you are not familiar with the boatneck cut of a shirt let me explain...it makes your neck look as big as a boat...
so i'm standing in the dressing room surveying the results and i am very very sweaty from the effort...the pants do slim the hips and hold everything in a bit more...but by doing so they create that up and over kinda thing...by slimming and holding in, the excess is pushed up and over the waistband...even on the back...i have a fat back?...no, but in these pants i do!...and the shirt just accentuates all the wrong things...sure, the effect of the boatneck does make my boobs look a bit bigger, but in the wrong just sitting there kind of way...and it's tight around the middle where the fleeing flab has found it's freedom...
it's not a good look...and i manage to wriggle out of the whole deal and pass it along to the next poor sucker...
i think the only thing that's going to make me look long and lean or any smaller than i am is a good diet and exercise...no amount of mathematical wizardry or futuristic fabrics in concealing cuts is gonna do it...
i'm just too simple for all of that...you sweat, you eat in moderation...you drink water and be good to yourself...
i have found the last part to be the hardest...the being good to myself...in the past two years i have fallen into a *thing* with my weight...never having been concerned with my weight at all during any part of my teenaged or young adult life, i am making up for it now...after two pregnancies with a 75 pound weight gain apiece, i now have an *issue* with my weight...and i am at times not good to myself about it...
but i'm gonna try...with the new exercise regimen i'm on, and the more moderate eating, i'm doing what i can on the physical realm...but now comes the hard part...the mental...because while it makes for a funny story, i don't like trying on clothes now...i don't like the way i look in the dressing room mirror, and i don't like that the clothes have to be much larger than they used to be...i don't like it, but as much as it does discourage me, i can't afford to buy into that discouragement...it's just too counterproductive...
so for now, i'm gonna continue using this pedometer because i'm curious about how many steps i take in day, and because i want to make sure i'm up and around as much as i should be on a daily basis...and i'll just keep on doing what i have been doing in terms of exercise and eating...
and, i'll measure my true progress not in numbers on jeans or machines or points for beans, but in how i feel...and right now i feel pretty good...not long and lean, yet...just taking steps towards great health and a pair of jeans that don't have to stretch...
right then, off to fill up a bag with clutter!...wish me luck, i'm going through the holiday decoration/party closet...and i still have hats in there from the duke's first birthday!...aack!...
i wonder how many steps it is to the trash can?
x.
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