Second annual “official” Elder grateful month

Today starts the 2nd Annual Elder Grateful Month. Every day, I will list one thing for which I am grateful. Brought to you with $0 funding.

I did this last year on my Tumblr blog (which was the first “official” Elder Grateful month), but I’ve tried to do it before via Facebook. I also use the Gratitude app on my iPhone everyday (not just Elder Grateful month) in an effort to be more diligent in recognizing all that I have instead of focusing on what I don’t have.

Winners in past years have included: Imitrex migraine medicine, library cards, Aretha Franklin, my husband and grocery stores. The list is varied.

To start the 2012 Elder Grateful Month, I am thankful for digital cameras and social media. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to have seen (almost instantly) my nieces and nephew in their Halloween costumes even though they live on the West Coast and I live on the East Coast.

Boo — like their blurry face costumes?

I hid their faces — I don’t think that I have the right to share their precious, beautiful images on the world wide web. Trust me–they are the prettiest children in the world.

Check in tomorrow for more.

Hunger Made Me Write This

I have been thinking a lot about food lately.  OK, actually, food is ALL I have been thinking about lately.

I’m in my 40s, and a slow metabolism, gene pool, unhealthy eating and dislike of exercise have caught up with me.  I can no longer ignore the mirror — it’s time to diet.

The breaking point was last week at work.  I was meeting with someone when a late attendee (whom I had never met) walked in, looked around, and asked, “Is this the Weight Watchers meeting?” while making eye contact with me.

While he may have meant it as a joke (A POOR ONE), it was a figurative slap on the fat ass to get my eating habits in order.  So, I joined Weight Watchers.  (That is irony.)

When chubby cheeks were cute

Now I am hungry all the time.  I think about food all the time and my self-esteem isn’t at its highest at the moment.

I worry about my nieces and the images and the pressure that they receive to be skinny in order to be considered beautiful.  Television, movies, magazines, Internet — the list goes on and on.  On a good day, I can almost convince myself that my outside doesn’t decide the kind of person that I am.  On a bad day, I don’t even try to argue that point with myself.

How does a pre-teenage or teenage girl have the ability or maturity to have the same argument?

And as I feel myself getting all outraged about the unrealistic size and beauty expectations placed on women in our society, I feel guilty that I went to see “Magic Mike” this afternoon, a movie that blatantly exploits nice looking men.  Am I being a hypocrite by turning around and gawking at men that don’t look anything like 99% of the men in America?

Screw it.  Those men were hot.  And I think that I burned some calories watching them.  And I didn’t eat any popcorn.  I feel no shame.