Tuesday, November 13, 2012
What a day. I know I'm not the only person who works hard, but I always feel at the end of a workday like I couldn't have done more than I did. So when I have to watch what I eat, and expend my precious hours off after work cooking, exercising and logging what I ate, I feel robbed. This is a big reason why I fail at losing weight. I deserve to eat because I have earned a living wage and it was hard physically and emotionally.
But while I was on the treadmill, trying to force more good behavior out of my resistant body and soul, I plucked a youtube to watch. It was Elvis' 1968 comeback. Man, did he look good. Black leather, sweet moves and incredible face that showed happiness, sex appeal and self esteem. What a pleasure to watch. He was a gift. After I got off the treadmill, I was curious to see more. The Aloha concert in '73. Funky suit, but still mighty fine and cocky as hell. I followed the trail to his last appearance before he died in '77. So sad. So puffy and slow.
I don't want to be that Elvis anymore. People see me in all my walks of life and think, so sad. Look at her. (That's why I hole up at home, huh.) I think even at 46, I could be more like '68 Elvis. Fun, cocky and self assured- if I can follow through and lose the weight.