Today I thought about doing something I've tried before and have never been successful at: Documenting my choices of consumption. Food, the almighty ruler of my mind at the most crucial moments. Baked goods, crackers, nuts, cheese... (Pause, breathe, don't run to the fridge and slice a bit off the block, wrap the slice up and bring the block back to the couch. Don't do it!)
But, I didn't. I didn't do it. I turned that thought around and decided that I'm better than that. I have self control. I don't need Lance Armstrong's website telling me I'm doing a good job.
Or do I?
I tend to laugh at all the hype and hookah over fitness and weight loss, health and longevity. Perhaps it's because I've done a lot of reading about it all, and have spent a large portion of my adolescent and now adult life trying to be "healthy." (and yes, I did eat fries and drink soda with my lunch today- oh the hypocrisy of health.)
Yesterday I was watching the news (okay, actually The View) and there were a panel of doctors on answering viewers questions. The humor in it was that there was a dermatologist on TV telling viewers that 15-20 minutes of sun exposure is bad for you. Couple that with the internist telling viewers that we can easily get all the viatmin D our bodies need just by stepping out into the sunlight for 15 minutes a day. A battle of the wits and philosophies ensued. (I tend to ally with the internist.)
What the hell? My brain reacts. People are told that taking a pill will solve their problems. Sunlight is bad?????
In the deep depths of winter's woes, which have led me to re-examine my blogging life and at the same time question my need for Lance's troop to tell me I'm on the right track, I would give anything for 15 minutes of pure, warm, blissful sunlight- minus the glare from winter's whiteness.
Of course Lance's troop can be positive and boost people up...they probably are a CA based company.
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