If someone had asked me last month if I was ready for a
lifestyle change, I would have responded yes – if by lifestyle change they meant
winning the Lotto or something along those lines. That would present a pretty
significant change in lifestyle, no? If they meant the other kind of lifestyle change (Translation: YOU NEED TO GO ON A
DIET), I probably would have punched them in the face and called it a year.
The truth is I have
made a lifestyle change due to a recent meltdown I had at work a few weeks ago.
Other people’s stupidity coupled with my body’s knack for high drama of the
blood pressure variety, sent me to the nearest Urgent Care. Talk about being
scared straight. Stroking out is no joke, people. So - since I don’t want to embarrass myself and die at
work slumped over a stack of paper, I decided to drop the food
shovel that’s strapped to my back and look for some bad-ass Nikes instead.
I wanted THESE:
But I'm smart enough to know that this is not the look for a grown ass woman with no historical ties to Hello Kitty or a love of basketball. So I'm stuck wearing my old Nikes for now and they work just fine for the......wait for it......Zumba party! That's right - I ditched the workout and joined the Latin American party bus headed for Fitnesstown, USA. Since I wasn’t losing any weight using only the power of
my imagination (I’ve been winning gold medals in my head on the uneven bars
since 1984, when the movie Nadia came out on TV), I had to
actually…well, move a little. By God,
I’ve become some kind of merengue superstar. I am on my way to kick ball changing my fat
from here to perpetuity and I love it. It’s the most fun I’ve had exercising
since Richard Simmons’ Sweatin’ to the Oldies 1, 2 & 3 on VHS.
So how does this figure into the whole baking career? It
doesn’t. I’m not going to fiddle around with recipes and try to make them
healthier. And while I applaud the very few who can turn a vegan dessert into
something not akin to dog caca, that’s just not what I do. Interestingly
enough, I don’t go hog wild on my own baked goods anyway. I distance myself
from the final product, only allowing myself a small taste test to make sure that what I’m presenting is in fact, not only edible, but damn good. Nope. I will
continue on in the spirit of full-fat/gut-busting desserts because unlike the Avengers, I can’t save America from space invaders or its obesity problem. I can
only save my own fat ass one salt-free, salsa step at a time.
Now for a comparison...
My former breakfast of choice:
And now.....oatmeal with a shitload of fruit
I wish I had won the Lotto.
6 comments:
You crack me up! You really do! The next Erma Bombeck, you are. I'm really proud of you and I wish you great success. I so wish you were here to inspire me as I oft merengue in my head but can't seem to get it to translate to my pudgy feet.
It's nice to be writing again. I even have a little singing thing tomorrow, and an Angels game on the 6th, so things are looking up. Zumba is so fun! I'll have to fly out there and we can Zumba to the nearest fried chicken joint. Love you!
Your skills far exceed those of mortal men. This material should be in book form and shared with millions. It reads just like you type ....really fast.
Thanks for stopping by, Mr. Steve Stunning! My brain has been a foggy for the past few months, but ever since I started Zumba, I've been getting back to full speed again. I guess the whole exercise/endorphins model has some truth to it. It feels good to get my crazy thoughts out..I just have to be careful not to talk about the ones that involve scissors, dynamite, super glue, rope, and a box of Oreos.
So funny! I'll buy the book version definitely.
Thanks, Rizza! See you guys in a few weeks :D
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