He who dines at a South Beach restaurant at midnight (I use the term "restaurant" loosely here, since establishments that serve food can questioably but theoretically all be lumped together under the term) risks life, health, and general happiness, playing the odds that the food may have been sitting out since the lunch shift. Sometimes, he loses that gamble, and he picks up unidentifiable bugs that wreak havoc upon his digestive system. Lesson learned: life is precious, so skip the late night enchiladas.
I learned this lesson recently, escaping the clutches of death and emerging into the light appx. 10 pounds lighter. Seriously, 10 pounds. That's after I gained a few back from drinking lots of water. The absence of eating for a week will do wonders for your waistline. This followed a bout of walking pneumonia the month before--it sounds horrible, but it's really not a big deal--which provided lots and lots of coughing, and the flexflexflex of my belly was a better workout than one of those electrode machines. Bacterial gastroenteritis and pneumonia: it's a great workout regimen, one which I highly recommend. Just kidding. I totally don't.
While cleaning up all the ginger ale bottles and putting away my DVDs of 90's chick flicks that kept me company during the long days, I reorganized my drawers and stumbled across my collection of skinny jeans, which I've kept for no reason other than sentimentality of years gone by. They are so out of style, one pair has flaps over the back pockets. It's been years since I've worn them, and even then it was an uncomfortable experience. But this was a new day. Hmm.
Pop pop pop, the buttons went together and I didn't have to suck in any part of my body that was getting in the way. There was room to breathe! Amazing. I immediately put on shoes and ran out the door. I had no plans, I just left. I went to a bar, saw people I hadn't seen in years--in fact, the last time I saw them I was probably wearing those jeans--and we picked up our conversation as if years hadn't passed between. It wasn't hard to remember what to talk about...gossip is timeless.
I am bothered by fashion stylists and other so-called "experts" who give people advice on how to hide "problem" parts of your body. Long shirts or jackets will hide your hips or unaccentuate your belly, blah blah blah. A "problem" part? Really? Is it cancerous? Do you have flesh-eating bacteria in your cellulite? No. Then it's not a "problem."
It's great to accentuate parts of yourself that you like; but that belly is just as much a part of you as is the rest of you. There's no need to "hide" anything, it's your body. I.e., I think ears that stick out are sexy. I think it's because people who have the guts to show them off, and not grow their hair long to cover them up, are confident and fun. That's hot. It's a lot sexier than looking like everyone else.
So...I'll be back to my original weight again in a few weeks. I don't care. There is enough pressure to look a certain way without me feeling the need to look into a mirror and wish parts of me were different. What a waste of time.
It's just fun revisiting my old body for a little while. Time goes on.