Enough Already

I am not a Lady Gaga fan.  Not my style of music, and I see her as basically a minimally-talented attention seeker.  I’m sure she doesn’t lie awake at night, obsessing about my opinion in between deciding what to spend her millions on, and anyway, why I am sharing this with you?

Because I love football, and I watched the Super Bowl and sort of watched Lady Gaga’s halftime performance.  I thought it was more lights flashing and sparks flying and silly costumes than it was an actual musical performance, but obviously it wasn’t geared toward my style.  (Does anyone just wear jeans and a t-shirt and sing their songs and let that be that anymore?)

I ended up scrolling through my Facebook feed to see how my friends were reacting to the Patriots being at the losing end of the game (at halftime, anyway).  I stopped when I read a post a friend of mine had liked.  A woman I don’t know had written “Lady Gaga needs a tummy tuck!” followed by “LOL” and some smiley faces.

I am so ripping, blazing, freaking sick of women being held up to be critiqued, insulted, torn apart, analyzed, and put down based exclusively on whether they are skin and bones enough for our dumbass society.  What the hell did Lady Gaga’s tummy have to do with her performance?  Hell, I didn’t even notice her tummy or any other specific body part, maybe because I’m a mature human being who was focused on the performance as a whole, whether I liked it or not, not itching to put down a woman based on absurd societal standards.

Can you tell it made me mad?

I don’t know the woman who posted that, but since she posted it publicly and it ended up on my feed because a so-called friend of mine liked it, I responded to her post by telling her that it’s fine if she didn’t like Lady Gaga’s performance, but critiquing and insulting her body as a form of cheap entertainment really should have been beneath her.

A funny thing happened. Before my comment, about 17 people liked her post, and of those, 15 were women.  After my comment, suddenly people stopped liking it, as if it had to be pointed out to them that it was a childish and pointless post, or it just wasn’t cool to join in anymore.

The saddest part is, my friend who liked it struggles continually with her weight.  It seems very hypocritical to like a nasty comment about someone else’s body.  If someone told her she needed a tummy tuck, she’d burst into tears or flee to Facebook for comforting comments and reassurance, and everyone would slam whoever said it instead of liking it and making smiley faces to indicate how oh-so-humorous they thought it was.

Whether I like Lady Gaga or not, I have to admit, the performance required a lot of work, a lot of practice, a lot of coordination of a zillion moving parts all at once.  When is our society ever going to focus on what a woman does instead of how she looks?  I bet no one analyzed or critiqued how any of the football players looked last night, whether their uniform was looking a little tight, whether any of the guys might need some specific cosmetic procedure. No, they were allowed to come out, do a job, and be recognized for their performance, what they DO, not what they look like.

It’s high time…actually, way past time…that we pay women the same respect.

And really, what’s with 15 of the 17 likes being from women?  What the hell is there to like about a bitchy comment about another woman’s body?  Petty much?  Did insulting Lady Gaga suddenly make them drop 20 pounds?  What’s in it for them?

We women have a long, long battle ahead of us if we are still fighting other women.  That’s beyond sad.  That’s pathetic.  I don’t give a free pass to the men who liked it, because they are jackasses too, but come on, ladies.  Can we at least lead by example and not step on our own necks and each other, and call it humor or entertainment and anything except what it truly is, a mindless and spineless waste of time and childish, trifling, and shallow crap?

Frozen Meals: Yuck!

I’ve never been a huge fan of frozen meals. First, the picture on the box always looks delicious, hearty, a nice, filling, satisfying serving of deliciousness.  Then you open the package, and you quizically wonder why that square of cardboard and that slimy pile of green ooze is in there, when it’s supposed to be chicken and broccoli.

But I hate to cook, so I have a habit of leaving a frozen meal or two in the freezer for those inevitable days I’m rushing to get out of the house in the morning and I forgot to pack my lunch the night before.  That happened earlier this week, and I was patting myself on the back for my forethought and planning as I slung a Lean Cuisine into my bag, patted the cats on their heads, and waltzed off to work.

I wasn’t patting my back later, after lunch, however.  I was holding my stomach and resisting the urge to groan loudly, since that would have drawn suspicious glances from my nearby co-workers.  It just kept getting worse.  It was like my stomach was tying itself in knots and making balloon animals to entertain itself.  To call it a stomachache is like calling an earthquake a gentle nudge.

My plan had been to work out when I got home, but I felt horrible.  I cleaned for half an hour to still get some activity minutes, but I started to feel nauseated and knew anything more vigorous than curling up in a ball on the couch and repeatedly telling my fiance “My stomach hurts” wasn’t going to happen.

Now, I have had some bad experiences with frozen meals.  Some of them just taste like crap, and none of them are filling.  I’ve certainly never pushed one away from me and announced, “That’s just too much for me to eat!  I’m so full!” or “Wow, that was scrumptious!”  I have pretty low expectations for frozen meals and consider them a convenience item, nothing more.

After how I felt last night, I’m pretty sure I’m not going to buy any more.  Anyone else ever get sick after eating a frozen meal, or am I just an oddball?

February Goals

Good-bye, January, and hello, February!  One month of 2017 is already down, and I have no progress at all to show for it. Zilch.  Nada.

No fear: I’m going to make up for that with a bang in February.  I watched 12 months slide by with no results last year.  I don’t want to do that again.

My goals for February are to lose 10 pounds; to get consistent again with logging my food; to cut waaaaay down on soda; and get consistent with exercise again (at least 5-6 days a week).
Enough screwing around.  I have a lot of weight to lose, and it’s not going to lose itself!

Where Did January Go?

*&^%$#@$%^&&%$%!

That, in case you couldn’t tell, was me cussing.  A lot.  This past weekend’s weigh-in was not a good one, as you can tell.  I gained over 2 pounds and just feel so over it.

Then again, was it really surprising?  Not really.  Sure, I worked out a few days, but I also ate as if calories are free, and when my stepkids were dropped off Friday evening, I used them as an excuse to not go to the gym that evening.  “I haven’t seen them in two weeks!  Shouldn’t I stay here and spend time with them?” Of course I wanted to see them, but they weren’t going to keel over dead if I went to the gym for an hour or so.

Saturday night after dinner, the kids wanted to show me how bad their dad cheats at Red Light Green Light, so I came outside with them and played.  And boy were they right!  Their dad starts running before green light is called, then nudges the rest of us to make us move after red light is called, ha ha. We were having so much laughing at him and calling him out on his cheating that we played until well past dark.  I should have worn my activity tracker and gotten credit for all that running!

Well, January is pretty much over, and I haven’t lost a thing the last four weeks.  Not getting this year off to the greatest start.  I joined an online challenge to lose 10 pounds in February.  I hope it motivates me to stop making stupid decisions and get that scale moving in the right direction again.

Workout DVD Review: The Wedding Workout

I know everyone has been biting their nails, holding their breath, and practically bursting with anticipation, eagerly waiting for my review of The Wedding Workout! Okay, maybe not, but I’m going to give it to you anyway.

The cool part about this DVD is that it’s broken down into sections, so you can use the pre-programmed options, like upper body or lower body, or select your own sections.  I opted to mix and scratch my own creation, so I went with the warm-up, upper body, lower body, and the cool down, for a roughly 30 minute workout.

All the sections at once make a 50-minute workout.  I haven’t done the abs or cardio section yet.  Each workout section is about 10 or 11 minutes long, and the warm up and cool down are about 4 minutes long.

This is definitely a beginner workout, which is fine for me right now, just getting back to exercise after a long bout of chronic laziness, but for someone already lifting weights, the upper body section in particular won’t be terribly challenging.  I liked the lower body section, though.  My legs burned!  It’s nonstop squats and lunges, with a brief moment on the mat doing exercises like those leg raises on all fours.

The instructor’s voice sounds a lot like Ashley Judd.  Why do I mention this?  Just a random observation.  Do with it what you will!

All in all, for about $3 on eBay, this is a much better workout than I expected, and there were actually very few comments about weddings or any other idle chatter.  I will definitely be doing the legs section again. I have other workout DVD’s that leave my arms sore, so I will rely on those for the upper body work.

When I try the abs and cardio sections, I will let you know what I think of those!

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