Sunday, May 13, 2012
In the 90's there was this music movement called "shoe-gazing". It was all durgey guitar, heavy bass and (mostly male) lead singers singing slowed-down vocals about lost love, going nuts or being bored. I loved everything about it. As much as I think I'm active, active, active I'm actually a bit of a lazy bones. Every morning is a battle between my slothy-self and my vain self that says things like "get out of bed right now and put on some leggings and go do some exercise!!! If you don't you'll have to buy all new, bigger pants and that's going to get very expensive AND be soul destroying!!!" This voice usually wins.
When I was younger, I was a bit chubby and my incredibly vain and very un-chubby dad had no problem reminding me of this fact. For the longest time, the first question out of his mouth when he'd call me on the phone was "have you been going to the gym." Yes, I would say in between gulps of cheap wine, bread, cheese and olives (even at my worst I tried to keep a semblance of decorum by always eating like I was at a cocktail party....too bad I drank like I was at one as well).
Anyway, I fight my inner sloth everyday. Sometimes I appease her and do things like loll on my bed and read back-to-back magazines for hours. The subtle waft of the perfume samples as I turn the pages, the beautiful pics of models in awkward poses wearing expensive clothes, the ridiculous "self-help" articles about fighting age, breast cancer, gluten and static cling. It's like a vitamin B shot for my spirit somehow.