Heading into the start of this week I’m definitely feeling a little better, a little brighter and little less like Phil from the warehouse with the pains in his head.
Don’t know Phil? Let me introduce you:
All in all, while I may not be in tip-top condition (or Phil’s for that matter), I’m not about to keel over either.
Side note: M really doesn’t know what to do with Kids in the Hall (whereas they sit firmly in my list of top comedy geniuses of all time.) He told me yesterday that he has a hard time taking anything produced in the 80’s seriously, particularly stuff made in Canada (re: by the CBC). This is both hilarious and devastating to me, especially because I’ve just discovered that old school episodes of Degrassi are now available on Netflix. For me, that stuff is 24 karat gold nostalgia – what memory lane is paved out of! (You know, that and The Goonies.)
One point of note (or perhaps, one two-pointer point of note) regarding this recent spat of illness is 1.) this is the first time, in a long time (almost two years), that I had been sick for more than two consecutive days, and 2.) despite this fact (or perhaps because of it), I have not pushed my body into working out, or going for a run whilst still in the clutches of this congestion, fever and fatigue.
This may not seem like that big of a deal, but for me, the more I think about it, the more aware I become of the positive implications I can derive from this decision.
See – I cannot even begin to count the number of times I have gone to the gym in the past, plagued by aching bones, clogged sinuses, and high temperatures just because I couldn’t handle the way my skin felt due to the length of time it had been since my last workout.
Going more than a few days, particularly while sick, without physical activity was an excruciating, live-action nightmare.
Now, I understand that I haven’t written extensively on my past struggles with food and exercise, but suffice to say that they were long-endured, damaging and incredibly complex.
And exercising (whilst ill) was just one symptom of my disease.
It is only now that I am into a period of recovery (I actually like to think of myself as living “clean”, in so far as I cannot view my eating disorders as anything other than what they were – addictions) that I actually can even step back and objectively look at my behaviour both then (disordered) and now (healthy) and feel okay about both.
Where exercise was once an agent of my disorder, it is now an antidote.
Edit: When I say that I am “okay” about my past behaviour, I am in no way condoning those choices or behaviours. What I am trying to communicate is that I am able to reflect on that destructive period my life, and not beat myself up over decisions made, or, more dangerously, fall back into old patterns.
I am okay with looking back; I am okay with moving forward.
I am okay with making, and keeping myself okay.
Yesterday M and I ventured outside of our little house, in an attempt to stave off cabin fever and to procure new passport photos.
Whilst at the mall I came across the following window display outside of The Gap:
What the FRESH HELL is a “sexy boyfriend” look?
What does that even mean?
YO AD EXECS! Can’t we leave gender alone for like, two minutes? It’s confusing me! And good ol’ J. Butler never accepts my collect calls anymore.
Also, something tells me that the marketing team over at Gap Inc. sure as sunshine won’t be releasing a “SEXY GIRLFRIEND” look for their men’s department any time soon.
Because, jeeze, what self-respecting guy would ever want to dress like a girl?
THAT SHIT IS GAY BRO.
I mean, what about ladies that don’t have boyfriends? What about ladies that have girlfriends? What about ladies with un-sexy boyfriends?
I may be kidding here folks, but seriously NOT THAT MUCH.
Why can’t girls wear just pants and sweaters without it being about BOYS AND SEX AND FEMININITY AND MASCULINITY ALL THE GOSH DARNED TIME?
And seriously, when the frick were pants re-appropriated by the male sex? And the SEXY contingent of the male sex at that?
(I’m so sorry to inform all the fugly gentlemen out there, but it seems that you are no longer allowed pants within the confines of your wardrobe. Unless, of course, you want to be accused of co-opting the style of your sexy peers, then by all means, go for it. You’ll be in good company.)
Sometimes I feel as though I am living in a bizarro world.
At least I now understand what that lady was talking about each time she told me to “mind the gap”.
And I’m telling you, sexy boyfriend-less legs and I?
2 thoughts on “A new order”
Do you remember the Kids in the Hall skit where they were pumping the sweat out of one guy and selling it as cologne? That’s one of my favourites but I think I only saw it once! I’ll have to search you tube. Classic.
Oh my goodness – HUSK MUSK. Definitely a classic for sure. I’m sure you could find it on Youtube.