It’s been a long time since I split up from anyone, casual or otherwise. When I moved to DC a year ago, I basically took almost a year off from dating and just got to know my city, my jobs, my new friends. (Not to mention the fact that my boyfriend in Carolina and I broke up two weeks before I moved here… when I told him I was moving. Just kidding- I told him 5 minutes after we broke up. But he treated me like crap and totally deserved it.)
Consequently, I sort of forgot how I get, you know, afterwards. Some women eat. Some women drink. Some women cue up all the reruns of Grey’s Anatomy on their DVR and pretend they’re crying about Izzy and George or mad at Meredith and Christina as they hug the Ben & Jerry’s.
I become an exercise junkie.
I guess I’m lucky that way- it seems like women are generally one or the other, either blowing up or slimming down. For me, all that time I was spending going to dinners, meeting for drinks, laying on my ass watching a movie? Is now spent in my running shoes. Don’t get me wrong, I’m generally in decent shape anyway, but this is the time when my drive gets AMPed (sp?) the hell up. Cheeseburgers? Forget it. French fries? Don’t need them. Beer? No thank you.
And of course, there’s always an accompanying soundtrack for strength, power and inspiration. After JBPitt, it was Madonna’s Confessions on a Dance Floor. After Radio, it was Nelly Furtado’s Loose. After the Cuban, The Killers’ Sam’s Town.
This time around? I’m thinking all of the above, with some new Madonna, Katy Perry and Carrie Underwood thrown in. (Don’t judge… it works for me!)
Time for my lunchtime workout… Growwwrrr!!!
Update: Katy Perry it is. Holy schnikes, I love every song…
“If You Can Afford Me”
If you want me you’re gonna have to break the bank, tonight.
Cuz some don’t have the patience, some call me high-maintenance,
But you pay the bill, cuz, that’s the deal.
If you wanna ride, just name your price- don’t play cheap with your heart
Don’t make a bet if you can’t write the check, for me, for me.
Cuz I can be bought, but you’ll pay the cost
If you can afford me…
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I always lose weight after a breakup. Not from exercise, but because I can’t be bothered to uncurl myself from the fetal position in order to eat something. After those first few pounds, though, you start to feel cute and awesome and thin(ner), and that alone helps in getting over some d-bag who you didn’t really like anyway.
But that’s just me.
Amen, chica. Amen. Already lost a few…
I had already lost about 25 lbs of the 65 lbs I would eventually lose when I broke up with my ex a few years back. People marveled that I did not gain the weight back.
Well, there was no way I was gonna let that mother fucker break my heart and also lose everything I had worked so hard to accomplish.
Take that asshole.
Lem, that is absolutely amazing. And so fucking true. Serious props woman.
Btw, I just got back from the gym and OWIE. But it hurts so good…
I was with you, right until “Beer? No thank you.”
Then again, I also evidently have the metabolism of a rabbit (do they even have fast metabolism? seems like they do…), and play soccer at least twice a week, so I think I can stand the calories.
That said, it’s good that you’ve turned to something positive in the wake of relationship strife. Not all are so lucky.
i-66, you caught me in a lie of omission. I generally switch to red wine when I’m on a health kick… Not because it’s THAT much better for you than beer, but because it only takes me a couple glasses to feel tipsy, hence, less calories.
Trying to cheat the system…