Post-shower this morning, I realized that if I didn’t blow-out my hair or apply any makeup, I would be giving my face/bod two full days of rest instead of the impromptu (one) day that I actioned yesterday.
As I took this information in, I wondered what it would be like to live like this for a week. You know, embrace my natural look and all of that. And then I remembered all of the times I’ve had pink eye where I’ve been forced to go makeup-free.
I have not loved that.
With the first idea dead in the water, my mind briefly flitted to the possibility of avoiding my own reflection for a year. Saying No to mirrors. Like that one chick who was all over the news last year because she had Said No To Mirrors AND she was getting married.
That was total crazy-talk.
And then, instead, I promised Marcus that I wasn’t going through some sort of horrible frump-phase and forced him to capture the moment.
Just when I thought that he was going to take the picture, he said, But then your readers won’t be able to see your feet.
This is the sass I have to take on a daily basis.
I rolled my eyes. He took the picture.
And then we both cracked up.
As it turns out, my husband is a pretty funny guy.
Right after Christmas (or to be more precise, on the eighth night of Hanukkah) my yoga DVDs arrived in the mail (!).
Santa Amazon was good to me.
Purchased: 10 Pound Slimdown (The vinyasa session on it is 11/10 and only 20 minutes long!), YogaWorks Body Slim (a great hour-long practice) and Jillian Michaels’ Yoga Meltdown.
Yesterday, I kicked off The New Year with Level Two of Jillian Michaels’ Yoga Meltdown after a four mile run.
I’ve done Yoga Meltdown before. I know how Jillian rolls. Apparently I didn’t really think that through (the how she rolls bit) until I was done with my workout.
I spent the remainder of the day on Sunday embracing a feeling of mild paralysis that turned into a feeling of full-blown paralysis after completing Level One today.
Yes, I was working in reverse. For reasons unknown even to me.
But can I just say that I missed having that woman scream at me through the TV screen? Because she’s so good at coming up with snappy, scripted mantras like: Get comfortable with being uncomfortable.
I know that last week, I said y’all should check back today for my 2012 healthy living resolutions. Every time I try to put them into words, my mind wanders in every direction but the one I’m trying to focus on.
Kind of like how Muggles can’t see Platform 9 3/4. Or how non-Order of the Phoenix members can’t see 12 Grimmauld Place.
I worry that I might be totally missing the point.
So I’ll state these resolutions of mine simply for now, and as the year progresses, we’ll see what comes of it. There’s really no point in trying to micromanage the situation before we’ve even left the gate. And if some of them fall by the wayside, then some of them fall by the wayside.
- Eat more green things.
- Identify and Listen to my hunger cues.
- Be gentle to myself.
- Train to minimize injury.
- Run more.
See? Perfectly, descriptively vague.
When is the last time a workout has left you paralyzed?
Do you ever action no-makeup days?
p.s. It’s not too late to register for the 5k Running Clinic at the Uptown Running Room! If you or a friend sign up, I can promise you these things: Our lungs will not actually freeze solid when we inhale The Cold Air. We will cross a finish line in March.