Lately I've been a wee bit obsessed with Jennifer Aniston. Everything about her--stylish clothes, shiny hair, seemingly ageless skin, a slew of hunky ex-boyfriends--makes me envious, but most of all, a body at 41 that most 21 year-olds strive for. In a decision to learn more about my celebrity crush, I researched her workout routine: Yoga--Check. Running--Check. Pilates--Check, check. I'm doing everything right, right? I asked myself, whilst biting into a chocolate Twizzler. Wrong. Then, I asked myself a most imperative question: WWJAE--What would Jennifer Aniston eat? Again I researched. And I found my answer in the UK's Harper's Bazaar: "Just stop eating sh*t every day."
Oh Jen, you're a hoot! Now step away from the Twizzlers, I beckoned (then I made a firm decision to stop talking to myself).
Seriously though, Jen's right (and not just because she's my lady-love): When exactly did we start making ourselves believe that it's "ok" to eat junk food...everyday? Remember those chocolate Twizzlers? My
parents post-mailed me two packages for my birthday in mid-March. I'm embarrassed to say how many are left...of the second package.That's not to say that we shouldn't have our vices. Vices that straddle the line of good and evil that we allow ourselves--in reasonable doses--daily. The three things Jen will never give up? (and why I love her even more): Dairy, coffee and wine.
We really are meant to be. Ever since discovering FAGE (pronounced "fa-yeh") yogurt, I really don't think life has been the same, so giving up dairy is out of the question. Coffee, this is a fairly new discovery (addiction) for me since beginning my current job 8 months ago. A devoted tea drinker, things changed when the 11-hour days kicked in (sometimes 15 when we're on the road), and coffee became a necessary evil. But, what's good enough for Jennifer Aniston, is definitely good enough for me. As for wine, I think by now it's running through my veins. Wine is literally my lifeblood--my work, my play, my hobby, my passion. Not even Jen could tear us apart.
See, she is human! I do think Jen is onto something. Tonight I let my Twizzlers live another day. I'm sure they're lonely, tucked away in a top drawer in the kitchen...wedged between the Reese's Peanut Butter Cups and coconut pocky sticks (doesn't everyone have a chocolate drawer?), but I'm also sure my body is breathing a sigh of relief. Jen's right, I don't need to eat sh*t everyday. And if there's ever a time to heed the advice of my elders, I think now is that time.
