This morning I woke up at 5, got ready and left the house for work before 6 a.m. It wasn’t light yet. It was merely first blush. Seems like a time of day wherein most folks would still be sleeping.
Oh no. Not my motivated neighborhood. The runners were out in full force. I counted 9 before I’d gotten a mile.
Looking at all of these healthy people who are obviously older and more fit than me I couldn’t help but be slapped in the face by reality. Reality is that last night I ate, not one, but two pork chops and had more ranch dressing than green things in my salad. Reality is that this morning I threw on Spanx to make sure my outfit looked okay.
As I was driving by I could feel their thoughts, “You’re inadequate. You’re inadequate. You’re inadequate.” Okay, I’m not so narcissistic to believe that someone choosing to be healthy has anything to do with me, nor do I actually believe they’re judging me. Maybe I was thinking the thoughts, not them.
The Marilyn Manson song, “The Beautiful People,” was stuck in my head the entire rest of my drive to work.
This neighborhood is effing with my mental
stability state. Everyone is as sweet as can be, but how is it that 40-year-old new mothers are healthier and look younger? Oh those Joneses, I am now feeling the need to keep up.
Of course, due to my inadequacies I popped by the store on the way in to the office and bought a bunch of fruit and veggies for breakfast and lunch. I will do my best to avoid dipping them all in gobs of wonderful ranch.
***Spanx side note. Congrats to Sara Blakely, Spanx inventor and founder, for becoming the world’s youngest billionaire without the aide of inheritance or a spouse. Good job working hard for your dreams lady!***