Would You Still Be My Friend If You Knew?

 

 

I feel like you and I are so super close that you basically know everything about me but my pal Sara tagged me to share ten confessions so I decided to try to come up with some things we may not have discussed just yet.

I don’t know that I will have ten so let’s not number them and just go with it, okay?

I am not a friendly runner.

So long as you provide your own disclaimer and own up to your reality, even if it isn’t nice, it makes it somewhat acceptable.

Here’s the situation:

1.  Most people in New York don’t voluntarily say hello unless they have a hidden agenda/are weird so my unfriendly running nature is not entirely my fault – I am a product of my environment!
2. I am usually so in my zone when I run that half the time I don’t even notice the people around me
3.  The times where I have tried to be polite and say HEY!, the person decides to strike up conversation rather than just leaving it at a wave but like, HELLO, I am running and listening to music therefore I do not hear you, don’t want to hear you and I’m sorry but does it look like I have time to chat?

I will never be your drinking buddy because I faint from a few sips of alcohol.

It’s much safer if I stick with water.

Alcohol dilates the blood vessels which in my case, causes my already low blood pressure which I mentioned yesterday to suddenly drop making me severely dizzy and next thing you know, I am on the floor.

It has happened more times than I like to admit in public but always in super nice restaurants so at least I retain some class even when not conscious.

We are talking half a drink here. I do not even get drunk. I skip that part and without warning, I will go straight to dizzy and pass out.

Here’s a snap shot of my last fainting incident which took place at Bond Street down in Miami.

Yep, that’s me with my blonde hair pulled back and my cousins holding me up like I am some sort of drunk freak.

I was not drunk, I did not need assistance to stand at this point yet these girls held on to me afterwards and even took my heels so I wouldn’t fall (can you imagine I walked barefoot through South Beach while someone held my ever classic Chanel shoes?!)

I still don’t know which one of them found this situation amusing enough to snap a picture.

I haven’t had a sip of vodka since this trip (vodka is my biggest problem although the doctor said I must be careful with all alcohol) but I do drink wine on occasion – on a full stomach while alternating my sips with water to stay hydrated.

I had a toy poodle when I was younger and her name was Cindy.

When she died, the dog-lover in me died too.

I got Cindy when I was nine years old and decided her name should be Cindy because she had curly ears which reminded me of Cindy’s curly pig tails on The Brady Bunch.

My Cindy died in 2003, a few weeks before her Sweet Sixteen.

I am still not over it so not only do I not acknowledge other people while I run, I ignore their dogs too.

I do not answer the phone if it rings/beeps/bings at meal time.

Do not bother me when I am eating, especially when I am eating my post-run breakfast.

Saturday’s oats in a jar with lots of berries, Skoop B-Strong, a spoonful of greek yogurt and tons of peanut butter.

I want nothing to do with the world until I have finished my oatmeal and started my second cup of coffee (and depending upon the person who tries to contact me, I may need a third cup of coffee and a cookie to raise my tolerance level for the conversation).

I don’t prepare my meals in advance but if you ask me to do your meal prep, I will.

 

I roasted a bunch of potatoes (sweet and regular) plus brussels sprouts and carrots for my parents this weekend.

The only issue with me preparing your food is that I will probably sample it which is why I have never worked in a restaurant.

On the topic of meal prep, if you truly value yourself, your health and the health of your family, you are going to figure out a system that works for your household in terms of getting balanced meals on the table at least a few nights a week.

I know I am getting a bit off topic but actually, I am not.

One thing you may not know about me (or maybe by now you do) is that I have zero patience for people who do not value and prioritize their well-being.

Actually, it’s more like this: I have zero patience to talk to/listen to/try to help those who complain about their weight/their health/their lack of motivation, ask me for advice and then continue with excuses/doing nothing about it.

We all have the ability to squeeze in thirty minutes for ourselves at some point in our day, maybe not every day but a few times a week, in order to exercise –> if we really want to.

And, we all have the ability to think about our meals for the week and plan ahead, whatever our planning strategy may be.

It frustrates me to no end to watch people make excuses for not finding a few extra minutes to prepare something in advance, stock the freezer with steam fresh vegetables, cook some extra proteins on the weekend in order to get health-focused and organized for the week ahead.

We can’t cover every single meal in advance but we can try to the best of our ability to find some balance, that is, if we care enough about ourselves to make our health a priority.

If you ever wondered why I am not a social worker, therapist or customer service employee, now you see why.

It’s true.

I don’t even own pajama pants. Is that too much information?

This post cracks me up. I sit here laughing (at myself, by myself) as I type which is a such a great way to start off the week.

Have a terrific Monday!

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Are you a dog lover? What kind of dog do you have/did you have?

Did you prepare any food for the week? Any new recipes?

Ever faint in a restaurant?