Oh, that glowing box.
Tuesday, July 31, 2012
Like the Pied Piper or Christian Grey, TV has a way of seducing me into submission. It boggles my mind. I mean, I'm an educated woman with some common sense, so why am I so easily influenced?
A few months ago, I was sitting in front of the TV, just minding my own biz, when I was confronted by an informercial. It promised that if I sprinkled this magic dust on my food, I'd lose 30 lbs. in three months. What? Seriously?! Of course I want that! And out came the credit card (which I fear might have its own dark magical powers).
Just three weeks ago and weighing no less by the way, I was entranced by that spiky-haired sorcerer, Guy Fieri, on "Diners, Drive-Ins, and Dives," and immediately--I mean with the quickness!--I grabbed my skinny sister and went out for a burger and blue cheese chips.
A week later, I'm watching "Fat, Sick, and Nearly Dead" with this Australian dude touting that if I can just give up food and only drink vegetable juice for 15 days, all of my prayers will be answered. Sounds good to me! Fifteen days? I can do that! Right away, I ordered a juicer online and accompanied my mother on her weekly farmers market trip. I was fired up and ready to go. I had all the good intentions in the world. But why does green juice have to taste so bad? Why can't it taste like a margarita? Can't carrot/apple/ginger taste like a strawberry daquiri? Apparently not. My juicer sits patiently on the counter, gathering dust and hoping not to be put back in the box.
Just this past week, I watched both "Forks Over Knives" and "Fat Head," documentaries that taught me that I should either give up meat products altogether or eat more McDonald's. Both methods worked to get people healthy. One seems a lot more appealing...
So what have I really learned from all of my studies (re: couch potatoness)? Two things. First, I need to stop watching so much television--informational or not. I need to get up, get out, get exercising, get things done. Second, I need to find balance. I need to follow a plan I can live with for the long haul. I need to stop looking for a short-term miracle solution. I need to use common sense. I know what my body needs, so I need to stop paying attention to everything I see advertised.
Don't even get me started on Chuck Norris and that contraption of his.