Step Away From The Nunchucks!

The other day while I was reading some serious literature* I read that a certain young movie star supposedly said that he likes women who "take care of themselves" and I was going to kung-fu his ass immediately because my instant thought was "The subtext here is: insanely skinny."  But then I put away my nunchucks reluctantly as I realized that even if this certain young star really meant "grossly thin, blond, six-inch-heal-wearing, hollywood-ho"** he really had a point I couldn't dispute.

What does it mean to "take care of yourself"?  I have been thinking about it ever since hearing what that young movie actor supposedly said. 

To me it doesn't mean thin, necessarily.  But it also doesn't mean fat.  Being too thin or too fat both say to me that a person isn't taking good care of themselves.  It's funny this should come up because although I have not been meeting my goals for this year, I have been asking myself every day "So babe, whatcha gonna do for yourself today?" and as I end each day I ask myself "So, old  bag, what good thing did you do for yourself today?" meaning: Did I make any choices I'm proud of?  Did I get exercise?  Did I avoid snacking when I wasn't hungry?  Did I get to bed before stupid-o-clock?

A person who is taking care of themselves looks healthy, clean, and, well...cared for.  Taking care of oneself is about living a moderately healthy life with some essential personal grooming habits attended to every day.

The truth is, I like people who take good care of themselves too.  So his royal hotness who is filled with all the arrogance of youth is actually the reason I joined the gym again.  I can't believe I just admitted that to you all.  I have no cougarish fantasies (that I'm willing to admit to anyway) but I'll be damned if some little whippersnapper star is going to make me feel like a slovenly fat middle aged person who doesn't take good care of herself. 

Because that's not the person I have been but it is the person I am becoming.

I realized that I have been avoiding exercise largely because- it hurts.  Yes it does.  Walking or running hurt my body.  The only thing that doesn't hurt it is the elliptical machine at the gym.  We can barely afford it but I'm doing it.  I went yesterday and today.  I have to say that I already feel better about myself.  It feels good.

Then when I got home I "accidentally" happened across some interview of this same dude and he admitted he liked junk food.  All junk food.  He didn't say he eats it all the time, but he loves it.  Ha!  I admit to feeling slightly superior to him seeing as I do not like much junk food.  I don't like seeing people eat junk food either as it always makes me think that they are now filled with this completely disgusting stuff that is 90% salt and 90% fat and when I look at them I can almost see the grease oozing from their pores and smell their meal on them.

Which is really disgusting. 

The moral of this story is that young adventuring actors always end up dating boring supermodels and will inevitably disappoint you with the tales you hear of their wild living and not age into masters of their art, but if a comment they let loose on the public while they are still fresh and green makes you feel suddenly more accountable for the care you're giving yourself- take the inspiration and run!
 




*Such lies!

**The truth of the matter will be revealed over time.