Today my belly fluttered over the top of my pantyhose. More like plumped, less flutter. But I’d rather flutter than plump, or plop, any day. So let’s just say it fluttered, for now.
I work in an industry of beautiful people. Beautiful women, more specifically. And while this should technically give me a complex, it doesn’t, although believe me, the potential is there to be thoroughly, wrist-slittingly depressed about the state of my fluttering belly. The women I research, write about, talk to and present to the masses aren’t only beautiful, they’re fit. Very fit, and extremely driven.
Oddly though, it’s their drive I covet more than their bodies, which is why I didn’t fret over the flutter this morning. I know from personal experience (read: I achieved my goal and added two inches to my biceps last year) that a perfect body is attainable with exercise and the right things on your plate. This is true, I am not brainwashed. I’ve worked in fitness since I was a teenager, so I not only speak from personal experience, I preach from a professional one as well, which I know, I know, makes me slightly more annoying in a know-it-all kind of way, but it’s who I be. So, there. It’s been said.
Moving on.
A lot of my day is spent chasing: Chasing interviews, photographs, articles, tid bits of useless information, model releases and products. Even though I don’t leave my desk for the better part of eight hours (although I do get up to pee, a lot) I spend the majority of my day chasing things or people or both. I spend so much time running after things I don’t need or care about or want. I am exhausted by the end of the day. That’s not to say I don’t have energy to go out and do other things post-workday like house hunt, stroll Roncesvalles with Rob or teach a yoga class- there are some things I always muster the energy for.
But, and I’ve been asking myself this as least once a day for the last 30 days: If I find myself in the same place I was yesterday, where exactly is all this chasing getting me anyway?
flut⋅ter
- to wave, flap, or toss about: Banners fluttered in the breeze.
- to flap the wings rapidly; fly with flapping movements.
- to move quick, irregular motions; vibrate.
- to beat rapidly, as the heart
- to be tremulous or agitated
- to go with irregular motions or aimless course: to flutter back and forth.
