I am back

I am so back. Back to the Gym. I know not this is no epic event in the history of human kind but it's a big deal for me. And luckily, this blog is about me so I get to go on about the awesomeness of being back. It is so many things that make going to the gym one of the best thing anyone, particularly an almost thirty woman that just had her first baby, can do for herself. Before I even get into the amateur assessment of all the physiological benefits, let's not forget the gift of time that going to gym gives us. I don't mean that if you exercise you live longer, I mean the precious one hour alone, sometimes even an hour an a half depending on how far you havwe to drive to get to the gym. Oh what a treat that is. Not that I don't love my family, I do, of course. But it is amazing how much more I love them after minimum of an hour away from them! Now, the second best thing which is huge for me is the enormous  and immediate relief from equally enormous feeling of guilt I have felt every single day for the last year that I did not go to the gym. Except for those two weeks I had a free pass. Guilt is an ugly destructive feeling that robs you of all and any dignity and self worth and if doing 12 counts of the frog stand full body lifts makes it go away so be it.
Then, of course there is an amazing feeling of the burn all over your but and shoulders and legs and other areas where you forgot you did have muscles. The more it burns, the hotter I feel. That's a law. I feel healthy, I feel alive and even a little skinnier than earlier today. It's a good thing to do for yourself and no one else; it's a commitment to love and take care of your body and that is the only way it's going to work. Take care of yourself for yourself.

Eat, Pray, Love Revolution

Even before I read the book, saw the movie or even knew that Julia Roberts is involved I was sold by the title. Minus the Pray part, everything else cried out to me and grabbed my attention. I knew it was written by a woman. It had to be. I am not a huge proponent of gender stereotyping but, common, that is an estrogen infused title. Elizabeth Gilbert is my new role model. I am officially planning to be her when I grow up, which is hopefully any day now.

I promised myself I would not see the film until I read the book. Much like most of my promises to myself, this one promptly fell by the wayside. Damn redboxes everywhere with Julia and Javier staring ever so seductively at me from the DVD cover. I saw it and it was fabulous. Just glorious. So refreshing to see a) that some women are just as (or even more!) messed up in the head as me and b) that there are people who actually embark of the fascinating journey of inner self-discovery and pursuit their dreams vs. just talk/blog about it in like some other people. And: Javier is damn easy on the eyes.

Really, nothing short of greatness is bound to emerge when phenomenal acting is planted into even more phenomenal writing. Plus there is food fetish throughout most of the film. I am talking hard core authentic Italian carbs, not just some "skinny-sugar-free-not-fat culinary concoction". I am convinced the book was written for me and if an author can make a reader feel that way, that's a damn good writer. There is so much to relate to in this film for - I guess - every woman: divorce, midlife crisis, really bad dating, muffin top, and emotional restlessness. I am starting the book tonight. There is so much to discover in the book compared to the movie. It's like going on a real in person date after seeing a picture and a profile online. I am going on a real date with Liz in Eat, Pray, Love tonight. It's looking like a keeper. I'll keep you posted.