I thought Easter was today until around dinner time last night. Someone told me it was and I blindly believed them for a week, also repeating this apparent lie to others.
So…whoops. Looks like I’ll have to wait until next week for the traditional Lauren Easter celebration, which is to drink a margarita and sunbathe in a bikini and boxers. #amen
On the one hand, I’m eating healthier, drinking more water, and taking better care of my skin and hair. On the other hand, doing so means spending more time thinking about my appearance than I’m used to doing. For some reason that’s making me a little fragile. Being so tall and having the gift of reasonably decent genetics in the metabolism department has meant I’ve been able to be VERY dismissive of dietary concerns with few visibly damaging consequences. But I have definitely gained a few pounds since college (10. I’ve gained 10 pounds), and I’ve heard metabolism doesn’t exactly get faster as you get older, so I need to reframe how I think about eating and exercising.
It’s really hard. The wedding is such a gift of motivation for so many things I’ve left unchecked too long.
I mean, I’m taking baby steps here. Controlling calorie intake is really hard when all you normally eat are combinations of bread, pasta, cheese, and meat. But it forces me to branch out into more good green stuff and fruit is my new bestie. So yes, some of what I’m eating is the not exactly perfect (ex: frozen stufffor people on diets), but it’s also a lot more snacking on crap that’s super good for me. Like I said, baby steps.
I’m also suddenly extremely aware of my skin and hair. As much as I love the freckles that come out in this gorgeous sunshine, I have to realize that my skin is on the fragile end of the spectrum. It needs to be protected with good oil-free moisturizers and sunscreens. It needs less sugary awful crap coursing through my veins and causing breakouts (note: I have absolutely no concept of how eating greasy, sugary foods gives you pimples, but health class said it does so I have to assume it’s a contributing factor to my 26 year old face still getting spots).
And if I want my long hair, I have to start treating it better or I’m going to look like an actual crazy person all the time. This is the most vain/not specifically rooted in health thing on the list, I know, but my long hair makes me happy and makes me feel pretty (when I do it) and I honestly think that’s positive for me. I’m almost certainly going to shorten it at least a little after the wedding, but having this much hair to work with for a formal occasion is presumably good. I was a child in the late 80s and 90s, and the concept of the long-haired Disney princess bride is an aesthetic ideal I don’t mind having (though the rest of the impossible-to-attain standards are ones I sometimes wish I could let go of more easily, as I’ll never be a 90 pound large breasted flawless-skinned pixie with eyes that take up 70% of my face. Damn you, Ariel!).
So for Brett who feels my posts are in need of it:
Tl;dr: my pursuit of better health is making me feel vain, but I still think it’s worth it in the long-run to change these bad habits.