Whenever I get a new friend on Facebook, one of the first things I do is scroll through all their photos. You can learn a lot about someone from their photos–their partner, friends, favorite activities, pets, family, what they do for work, etc. I was just doing the picture scroll for a recently added friend, when suddenly it occurred to me to look at my own pictures – what story would they tell? What would someone learn about me? I went to my photos, and here are the themes that emerged:
- I’m married
- I love my dog, but she looks like she is only tolerating me in almost every picture
- I have a core group of girlfriends that I spend a lot of time with
- I travel
- I do theatre
- I am always stuffing my face
The last one came as a slight surprise – I mean, I know I love food, but at some point I thought, “Jeez, why are people always taking pictures of me when I’m trying to eat or drink something?” And then it occurred to me, that maybe it was because I am always eating, and people just get sick of waiting for me to stop and take the picture anyway.
Here are just a few examples of what I’m talking about:
And trust me, there are many, many more.
But I do notice how happy I look in all these pictures. And why wouldn’t I? I am about to devour something delicious. I love food, and will happily add extra cardio to my workout to compensate for eating all the treats I want – especially desserts.
I just finished doing a show where I had to be in my underwear during part of the performance. I was no more exposed than I would be in a bikini, and while I was in Florida this fall I walked around in a bikini on the beach several times a week and never thought twice about it. But I will tell you, it feels very different exposing a lot of skin on the beach where pretty much no one is looking at you, than it does on a brightly lit stage where everyone is SUPPOSED to look at you. Doing it onstage is a lot more vulnerable. A lot.
So needless to say, while working on this show, I was paying attention to my eating and exercise habits. But maintaining a hardcore of a level of fitness? Not lagom for me. I could probably stand to keep up the extra exercise since it’s good for me, but I definitely am looking forward to eating with gusto again. And I realized that my current weight/fitness level is probably the most I’m willing to strive for and maintain.
Which means anything in my closet that doesn’t fit me now, never will. If I put a pair of jeans on and feel like a sausage about to bust out of its casing, then those jeans have to go. Because I am not willing to diet or work out any harder than I already do.
So I went through my clothes and kicked out anything that proved unattainable. I won’t miss those items.
They will never make me happier than stuffing my face: