Falling in love is a very wonderful and happy time in one’s life. Some people dream about it for the majority of their childhood. Boy meets girl. Girl meets boy. Boy meets boy. Girl meets girl. Cupid strikes and stomach turning, can’t sleep, can’t eat, can’t think, love happens. It’s pretty awesome.
The problem with falling in love is that often because you’re so happy (going to nice dinners, enjoying nice bottles of wine) that one day you step on the scale and BOOM 10 extra lbs magically appeared on the screen of your digital weighing device. One day you’re single, looking hot (but a little lonely) and the next; you’re happy, in love and muffin topping out of your jeans. Which in turn, makes you unhappy…again. What’s that all about?
So much of our time is spent on our physiques while single and trying to find a partner, however once we find them what do we do? Eat and eat and eat. It’s like we waste our good figure on people who don’t matter and when the right one comes along, we balloon up like a frightened blowfish.
So first we’re happy because we found someone to love and then we’re unhappy because we ate our weight in happiness. It’s a vicious cycle. You would think that when we do find love, we’d want to maintain our healthy figure. But do we? Nope. It’s accidental self-inflicted glutinous torture.
We spend a lifetime waiting for the right one to come along and how do we thank them? Love handles and cellulite.
As you may be able to tell, that recently, I wore jeans again…first time all summer. Let’s just say it was a big, big, big wake up call/slap in the face.