Tag: United States

I’m watching Downton Abbey Now

I’m watching Downton Abbey now, which is basically the bestest and most British-ist thing to happen to television since the Jeremy Irons version of Brideshead Revisisted (which I haven’t seen, isn’t that terrible?  I should probably fix that).  So yes, Downtown Abbey is pretty great, and you should watch it.  The whole first season is on Netflix Instant, and it is only seven episodes.  I’m three in, they’re pretty dense, and listening extra-hard to the British accents can be exhausting so I watch in small doses.  Anyways, it is SHORT and AVAILABLE so you have no excuse not to watch it.  The second season has just started on PBS, so through the wonder of DVR (or reruns) you can totally watch all seven episodes of season one during this upcoming three day weekend and then catch up on the first episode of Season 2 and then be all set!  That’s my plan, anyways, because I have such a hopping and active social life.

I won’t say much more about Downtown Abbey except that the lines “One swallow does not make a summer” and “What is a week end?” have been uttered, the latter by the AMAZING Maggie Smith.  Also, THIS RIDING COAT GUYS:

Wow guys, look at that riding coat.  Look at the skirt on that riding coat. I loathe horses (remind me to tell you about my one horseback riding experience one day, it basically encapsulates all that is problematic in my daily life), but I think equestrian fashion is amazing.  AND THAT COAT.  I want to wear it, I want to wear it and be an equestrian British Goth chick because that coat is amazing and beautiful and probably swings really nicely when you walk.  I would get on a horse again, just to wear that coat.

Okay, maybe not the horse part, but, you know, WANT.

 

Physical Activity is Not Optional

Regular gym-goers always dread January, as it brings the flood of the Resolutioners (or Resolutionists, whichever you prefer).  Classes are more crowded, equipment is harder to snag, weights are being put back incorrectly, etc.  Most of these people will trickle off in a few months, and these actually annoy me more than the ones who stay.  Because the ones who end up keeping their resolutions, the ones who become regular gym-goers, they are more like me, you see.  They’ve realized something.

They’ve realized that physical activity is not optional.

GymThis is something I’ve come to realize in my past year of gym-going.  I’ve always been pretty regular about the gym;  I’m lucky, I have two parents who go to the gym 5-6 times a week despite often working until 7:00 or 8:00 at night.  They’ve been frequent gym-goers for as long as I can remember, and when I became old enough to use the gym at the JCC I joined them.  So from age 14 on I’ve been going to the gym.  Sure, I’ve dropped the ball for a few months here or there, and the year and a half I spent working retail was a bit sparse in gym-going, but I’ve always been able to pick it back up.  My period of funemployment caused (enabled?) me to be one of those people who schedule their days around their work-out, and I’m happy to say that after five weeks at the Durham Arts Council I am still sticking with my fitness routine of at least an hour a day, 5-6 days a week.  And this is because I know now that remaining physically active is just not an option in America today.

You don’t have to go to the gym and take classes like I do.  You can be a runner–I’m not a runner, that isn’t for me.  You can go rock climbing, or hiking, or swim laps–whatever, you just have to do something.  We sit around too much, and we eat too much, and it is way too easy to get overweight and unhealthy (as evidenced by much of America) for physical activity to be optional.

I’m not saying anything new here, so I apologize if this is boring.  But it is how I explain myself to people who react in shock and awe when I tell them that, yes, I do work all day, and then I put on my gym clothes at work and go straight to the gym.  It just isn’t optional.  I look at going to the gym the way I look at going to work: it is something I have to do, even if I don’t really want to.

I’m hoping that the resolutionists now clogging up my gym have this realization as well, I really do.  I won’t enjoy fighting for floor space in my classes, but I’ll be happier knowing that another group of people is adopting a healthier lifestyle with the realization that this just isn’t a choice anymore.  It is a necessity.

 

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

Got a feelin’ 2012 is gonna be a good year.  Y’all.  What did you do last night?  Did you go out on Amateur Night and get sloppy drunkies?  Did you boycott the whole thing and stay in while covertly watching Dick Clark/Anderson Cooper?  Did you do what my parents did and ring in midnight while watching the credits of The Girl With the Dragon Tattoo (can’t think of a better way to welcome 2012 then with a movie about serial killing and anal rape, really)?

I went out on Amateur Night, because I am definitely an amateur who rarely goes out.  Jon and I had dinner here (good food, TERRIBLE service, but we’ll try them one more time on a non-holiday night because we did enjoy the food), and then we went to Motorco with some friends for their big end of the year bash.  So that was fun and it was hosted by one of those women who sort of looks like a drag queen because she was maybe in a costume and has a lot of makeup and maybe stuffed her boobs and had fake nipples and whatever I loved her.  Anyways, because throughout the night I had 1.5 glasses of champagne and a shot of tequila and because I am not good at going out or drinking, this morning I was feeling sleepies until I ate a giant breakfast and now maybe I will go for a run/walk OUTSIDE because it is like 65 degrees outside y’all and even though the gym is open it is probably full of resolutioners and they are terrible.

So anyways, a Happy New Year to each and every one of you and I hope you are having a lovely Sunday/New Year’s Day!

Oh hey, and checkout my awesome new background of a lady laughing alone while eating a salad.  That is so going to be me this month you guys, I promise!