“My milkshake brings all the gyals to the yard
And they're like, it's better than yours
Dang right, it's better than yours
I can teach you, but I have to charge”
I know myself pretty well.
Most times at the gym, when I feel an ache or a pain, I can usually self-diagnose. I listen and pay attention to my body, so at the slightest moment that something is off, I can tell.
The same applies to my mental state. Though it’s harder to self-diagnose or pinpoint the cause of any issues, I can usually tell almost immediately when something is off – and I’ve been off. It’s been that way for about two weeks now. And the other night while driving home from McDonalds for the third night in a row, I decided that this defecating needed to stop.
My eating habit is one of the main ways I can tell when I’m stressed. I start eating out more; I stop drinking my protein shakes in the morning and at night; late night gas stations stops; and the dreaded milkshake from McDonalds are all signs of how I’m doing mentally.
My life is great – honestly. I get to do a job that I love and it allows me the free time to spend 2.5 hours at the gym daily. I have an amazing circle of friends that I can rely on – I mean I even have a Danielle. But as a creative, I guess even though the routine is perfect, we kind of need to do something different occasionally.
I guess I’m feeling the effects of not being in New York this summer, or knowing that I probably won’t see her until next year. And that’s my reset – going to New York for a few weeks; subways; agency models; street side pizza; new vans and really fast internet. I mean that’s the life...Lol
So right now that I have a bit of work to do (so happy and grateful for my clients that continue to book me) mentally preparing for the show, and cycling through my routine; I’m in need of a reset – a change of scenery...something.
I’m actually thinking about just spending a few days in a hotel. All my people have been doing these staycation things – so maybe that’s an option for me. It’s no New York, but it might just be the “time away” that I need.
If Antonio (my nutrition guy and general fitness advisor) is reading this, I know he wants to pinch my love handles and tell me that I’m fat. I think I need to create a challenge with some people. Maybe put together a three-week challenge to see who can drop the most weight or reduce their body-fat the most. We could put some money in a pot and the funds go to a charity.
That’s probably the motivation I need to get back in line with my dietary routine and then that staycation will balance out the rest.
So, who’s up for a fitness challenge?
*Yo, Siri, play Milkshake by Kelis.*
