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« More sickness | Main | Say Wha? »Thursday, September 14, 2006
Here's The Thing ..
I know she's incredibly thin. Oh hell, she's skinny. As a rail. Dangerously so. I know that by virtue of her thinness, there are going to be enough impressionable girls out there who will try and emulate her body type, down to every sharp edge of her hips and protruding bone of her rib cage. I know because I, despite being a fairly intelligent girl, did the same thing with the icons of my day, only I was lucky as those girls probably had about 25 pounds on Kate Bosworth, maybe a few pounds more. But you know what? I think with the advent of celebrity blogging, we've substituted intelligent commentary for crass irresponsibility when we spend our afternoons supporting Web sites who think witticism comes packaged in captions that read such as the following: "And if you find yourself tempted to masturbate to these pictures, just head over to your local cemetary and dig up the real thing. It's erotic and it's classy." I'm not saying the images aren't disturbing, but I'm wondering how and where do we all get off this merry-go-round when it comes to celebrities and their bodies. They're too fat, they're too thin, but they never seem just right. When we do stop making cracks about Nicole Richie and start asking ourselves where we fit into this game where 20 years ago, Elisabeth Shue was considered an ideal beauty but had she been up for Karate Kid now, would probably be considered a heifer. This didn't happen on its own. Somehow we're responsible, too. There is something terribly wong here - whether it be an eating disorder, drug habit, or just a desperate need to stay thin because of the industry in which they work. You cannot convince me that something isn't wrong here. But we treat the fluctuations of the weight of these women as though it were sport, which is wrong in and of itself. And I'm not saying I haven't been guilty of it in the past - I'm mostly convinced that most of such snark comes from a deep-seeded pathology that people have to kill their idols. If not their idols than certainly those of the majority of the free world. Lately, though, it's gotten out of hand. And the pictures captured during fashion week of Kate Bosworth and the subsequent comments made about her body, were the straws that broke this camel's back. This isn't funny, people. It's sad. In other news, Saturday marks my return to Weight Watchers meetings after a year absence. (Confidential to Casey: Because it's been sooo long, I'm forgetting which one exactly our favorite leader leads. Would you drop me a line because I think I know the right time but I want to make sure!) I'm ... hopeful? Is that the right word? Things have been going well, and then not well, and then really not well, back to being well again. It all means that I have been gaining and losing, and then gaining and losing again the same seven pounds. I'm not kidding when I say that I'm shocked that I haven't gained more. But this back and forth has to stop or I'm going to lose my mind. The bigger issue is clothing. I can't take my limited wardrobe any longer when I have two closets filled with gorgeous clothes that would make getting dressed in the mornings a helluva lot easier. It feels like the right time for a new beginning, a clean slate. I begin a new job on the 25th and Fall is starting. It's a good time. I'd hoped to go back to the meetings two weeks ago but finances got in the way. It was a couple of weeks where the $40 needed to go to other places. So with the monthly pass program in place, a two-month, free membership at my gym secured, a kitchen that's been cleaned out and wiped out from top to bottom with an order from Peapod on its way in the morning containing groceries of a healthy variety, that leaves one thing: a personal trainer. As luck would have it, my friend Shelane secured me a spot with her personal trainer and once a week, for $25, I'll be joining Shelane and our friend Hoppe at a studio here in town for a grueling workout. I know I've been wishy washy on this in the past several months but I've decided: new weight chart, new measurements, new fitness and food logs. It's time to make this as active as I can again. Pictures after I've done this for a month. I don't have the cajones I once did. Posted by Erin at 09:39 PM | filed under: Random comments |
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Ahh, I totally suck and forgot to check your page. :)
Saturdays, 9AM. I'll see you next week (I'll have a wee baby for you to pinch the cheeks of :) )
posted by: casey at September 17, 2006 05:44 AM