I'm in the middle of a health regimen. I do this every now and then, when I realize my body's full potential to be a great little machine. It's a cycle through which I'm constantly going...exercise, yoga, veggies, smoky bars, vodka tonics, late nights, wait what happened?
See, nightlife and late-night pizza is the easy route. It's fun, it's easy to do, lots of laughs and stories the next day... but my pockets are always empty and my head often hurts. Shades down till noon, no trips to the gym, you get the idea. Ick.
So I'm back in health mode. And nothing gets me in health mode better than my favorite book, "Eight Weeks to Optimum Health," by Dr. Andrew Weil. I love this guy. He's a Harvard educated physician who leans toward homeopathic remedies where they apply. And the truth is, they apply all over the place. "8 Weeks" isn't a diet like the Zone or the Atkins. It's a way of eating, sleeping, breathing, walking, living, etc. that's as pure and natural as possible. He dispels a bunch of myths about dieting. It's not about deprivation, it's about knowing what's good and bad for you.
I'll admit this isn't easy for me. I have a HUGE sweet tooth! I LOVE candy and things that contain hydrogenated oils, mmmmm. Why do they have to taste so delightful? But knowing how detrimental bad food can be helps a lot. That's why I pick up "8 Weeks" on a regular basis, just to remind myself I don't have to eat through impulses and urges. And not to freak too much if I cheat, just to understand and reaffirm what my goals are.
Top 10 things I know I don't need so I daydream about instead:
1. Wheat Thins with cheese on top- a whole box
2. Oreos and other Nabisco treats
3. Peanut M&Ms
4. Cool Ranch Doritos (my favorite beach food)
5. Mozzarella sticks
6. Mother's brand sandwich cookies
7. Peanut Butter & Chocolate ice cream from Baskin Robbins
8. Baby Ruth candy bars
9. Home Run pies (I know, it's utterly shameful)
10. That third glass of vino
Been doing pretty well so far, except last night Bobby and I split an Icee at the movies and then shared a pint of Chubby Hubby. Oops. Today is a new day!
Today's pic comes from Chico, CA. I was 18 and my friend Jessa and I got our first tattoos on a whim in between frat parties. We were sooooo proud! My dad was not.