Its officially open season on hunting. This summer has been filled with folks shooting and getting shot by cops (and each other) and now illegally killing Simba’s cousin–Cecil. People don’t like when you kill other people but we HATE when you kill an animal. Are our priorities backwards? Maybe just a bit!
I’m currently in the process of trying to get right. Like everyone else, I came into the new year with goals to drop weight–but not for the sake of resolutions or simply being healthy but because I’m going to Greece in August! I’m going to be on a yacht cruising around Greece and I need to look my own personal very best. I mean there will be Facebook photos and Greek men! When I think Greece I think John Stamos, Greek gods, Kostos (the guy from Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants) and John Stamos again.
So with that in mind, I have made it a personal mission to workout and eat right. However there is one problem. Sure, I miss all the unhealthy foods that I’m not supposed to eat but I can deal with that. It’s the working out part.
Whenever I go for a run, the whole time I ask myself why? What am I running for? Who does this for fun? So then my friends suggest that I try other exercises such as Zumba or Crossfit. Now that I think about it–these are probably are NOT my friends. Who would encourage me to go to a class where I am reminded that I am one of the rhythm-less black girls (see post here) or do Crossfit? Nothing about Crossfit seems fun to me. Actually it seems dangerous. If I was looking for ways to die while losing weight-I’d just go find some FDA unapproved diet pills and take without consulting my doctor.
The problem with working out is also that I am a sweaty girl. That whole “girls don’t sweat we glow” saying is a lie! To the point it effects what time I workout. For example: If I have to be at work by 8, not only do I have to factor in the time to shower and get to work after my workout, I have to take in consideration how long it will take to cool off before getting in the shower. If I don’t cool off before my shower, I will start back sweating after the shower. Yeah that’s a 4:30AM wake up call. No thank you!
Then there is the pain. I get it, no pain no gain. But when the idea of walking down the stairs is too painful, then we gotta reconsider. Who are these folks who endorse “the burn”? That sounds like torture. It sounds like literally walking into the gates of hell and jumping into the lake of fire. After a “great” workout why do my arms feel like spaghetti and my legs have no feelings?
But even with all of my griping and complaining and my eternal hate for working out- I will still do it. Because John Stamos.
I rang my new years in from the comfort of home with a few of my girl friends watching the ball drop while eating pizza and sipping on Martinelli’s (sparkling cider). And although I am one for girl time, I couldn’t help but to roll my eyes to all the happy people on tv kissing their loved ones as 2013 rolled in. Shortly afterwards, I decided to make an addition to my new years resolution.
I’m not one for resolutions, but this year I decided that I would have one and it would be a simple one. My first resolution is: When I wear make up, always remember to line my eyes. Sometimes I only line my bottom lid other times I don’t line them at all. Well not this year,I resolve my eyes will always be lined! I feel like a better woman for it.
But like I said, I did decide to add another one. I am a closet romantic and secretly looking for love. I pretend to not care or to be jaded, but I’m not, I love love. Even though I hate all the hurt that being in love causes, I still believe that love is the strongest and most beautiful force in the universe. However, this year, things will be different.
I will not secretly pine for love. I will not secretly wonder why I am 30 and single and worry that something is wrong with me. I will not do it anymore. Nope! This is the year that I stop. That I let my desire to love and be love go and just live. I will not focus on it, I am taking off of my vision board. I will not be consumed by that desire.
With that said, this also means that no one is allowed to release that kind of energy into the atmosphere on my behalf. We can no longer have discussions (in front of me or behind my back) on why I am single…MOM! Let’s not care. Don’t feel sorry for me. I’m over it. I’m 30 and perpetually single. It’s not a bad thing.
I love God, my family, my friends and myself. That’s enough love to last me an eternity!