Ok, for all those who read my post from last week, I wanted to update you on the progress of my new eating regime. I made a resolution to lead a more healthy lifestyle in 2012. I started Pilates and am on a regular schedule with yoga classes. I walk almost every day. My muscles are killing me but I feel good. And I’m eating a healthy, well-balanced diet. (Ok, I’m still doing wine and cocktails but a girl has to have some vices.)
The well-balanced diet was the most difficult task. You see, I prefer to fix whatever is easiest. I like cooking, but if I don’t have time or I want to do other things, I tend to take shortcuts. I’ll opt for cheese and crackers instead of a nice salad with walnuts and pears. I’ll eat a frozen dinner before I’ll make a healthy stir fry with fresh vegetables. This is my problem. I do what comes easiest.
So it was like a dream come true when I got the opportunity to try Fresh Diet. For an entire week, they delivered freshly prepared meals to my door: breakfast, lunch, dinner, snack and dessert. I didn’t have to worry about cooking, measuring out the right proportions, or balancing my carb intake vs. proteins. Everything was done for me. And I have to say, I had a great experience.
I was pleasantly surprised. (Mostly, I expected the food to be pre-packaged and tasteless like a frozen dinner, but everything was delicious.) My favorite meals were the salmon with chili pineapple sauce and the fresh Bocconcini Mozarella Salad with Black beans and red peppers. Mmm. I even got a few desserts like blueberry cheesecake and cappuccino pudding. And I learned that when you mash up otherwise tasteless healthy vegetables (like cauliflower) they become an unexpected treat – not unlike mashed potatoes. So I can learn to experiment in order to expand my palette, which in some ways still resembles that of a ten-year-old. I’m not proud of it.
But the best part is how eating this way for a week made me feel. I’m no longer sluggish. Instead of feeling full after a meal, I felt energized. There was nothing processed about my food, so I noticed a real difference. I’m starting to tone my body and lose the extra fat from holiday pies and cookies. But I have a ways to go still to reach my goals. I’m hoping now that my meals have officially stopped, I’ll be able to alter my eating habits for good.
When you’re single, it’s easy to cheat on a diet. Life gets busy between work and social commitments. You skip the gym, and you can make a meal from happy hour food at the bar. And let’s face it, who wants to spend an evening cooking a gourmet feast when it’s only you? Don’t you save that for weekends or special occasions? (If not, you’re a better friend to yourself than I was when I was single.) So the Fresh Diet makes sense to me. It provides a healthy meal plan without the stress or extra time needed to prepare it. It comes delivered on time to your door, even if you have to be up and out by 5am. It allows you to stick to your goals without getting sidetracked.
So if you want to give it a try, they are offering a deal for the New Year. You can start today for $29.99 per day and get 3 days free. The promo code is: singlejan3
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Using your radar
January 21, 2012
Anyway, I notice the guy sitting next to me keeps looking over. At first, i think it’s because the football game on the TV hanging over us has ended and now he’s bored and wanting to eavesdrop. But then i notice he keeps staring at my friend. And not in the “what the hell are you talking about” way, but in the “wow, she’s hot” kind of way. I try to figure out a good way to invite him into the conversation. It only seems logical that I ask him what he thinks of the dating scene in L.A. My friend is puzzled that I’m even talking to him. She gives me a look. Like, Kelly – he’s such a player. Why are you doing this?
Then they get into an argument (sort of), with him on the defensive. She talks about the douchebag things the guys she dated have done. She talks about what she really wants. And then she says, “I’ll never find it in L.A. anyway.” And then proceeds to tell him that all guys are the same.
I’m trying to figure out how to stop this rollercoaster of barbs back and forth. After all, the poor guy was just having a beer and watching the game. And he was looking for a way to ask for my friend’s number. Little did he know he’d be defending himself and his gender.
I roll my eyes and step in, because this is ridiculous. I remember when I was single how I used to welcome arguments with men I met, just so i could call them on their shit. It felt good. I felt vindicated for all those bad dates and worse behavior. But the thing is, you can’t take a brush and paint a stereotype of an entire gender over one man. We don’t even know this man. He could be a player because we met him at a bar and he’s good looking, or he could be the greatest guy ever. One doesn’t know until one actually exchanges numbers and goes out on a real date. So I stopped her from judging and making assumptions about him – something I wish a friend had done for me long before.
I turned to face my friend and said, “I think what he’s trying to say is he finds you attractive and wants to ask for your number.” Then I turned to this man next to me and said, “my friend is a fantastic girl – you should ask her out.”
Then I excused myself to go to the restroom and waited. When I came back, she’d given him her number.
“How did you know he was into me?” she asked, tipsy from the wine and maybe the guy.
“He kept flirting and looking over at you the whole night. How could you not have noticed?”
“I thought he was just messing with us. I had no idea he was interested. He probably won’t call anyway.”
I stopped in my tracks. I was like this before I met my man – questioning everyone’s intentions because you don’t believe that things happen so easily – that you can meet a man at a bar and he can find you attractive and ask you out. Usually he just collects the number and you never hear from him, so why bother?
Long story short, he is a nice guy, and just kept trying to get her attention. First by flirting, then by flattering, then by arguing about her theory of men. My friend was so intent on seeing her previous bad dates in him that she had no idea he was interested. And if she did, she didn’t believe it. Now they are going on like their fourth date in less than two weeks.
Be open to meeting people, is all I’m saying. Pay attention.
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