Walking Double Standard

And I just can't help it. 

In college, as a Sociology major, I took several classes dealing with feminist issues and perspectives in today's society. One class in particular looked at how women are viewed in various forms of popular culture and media. A piece of information I have kept with me from said class includes how women are so objectified. Piece by piece they are dismembered and viewed as individual body parts as opposed to actual human beings. This concept disgusts me. 

How does this relate to my title? Well, I have a confession. Ladies and Gentlemen, I am a walking double standard. Tonight in the gym after running my little heart out, I was making my way towards the weights when I happened upon a few handsome athletes I'd not seen before. What I realized after seeing these men and coming to the conclusion that they were attractive... I had yet to look at their faces... oops. I was too focused on the perfect form of their arms while more than my body weight was being lifted above their heads. Big oops. Now, this wouldn't be the first time this has happened in my experiences in work out facilities, but at least I have known said pairs of arms in previous circumstances. Oh well. What can you do? 

I've got a thing for athletes. And their arms. Oh, their arms... My family is full of them. Athletes not arms. Well, arms too... I digress.  It's in my blood to be one or love one. Irony of that-- Mr. Perfect: not so much an athlete at all. I don't hold it against him. And he doesn't hold it against me that my eyes tend to wander in the gym when I see "attractive" men lifting ungodly amounts of weight. I just can't help myself! 

Have I said that already? My bad. 

Anyway, needless to say, tonight's workout was a good one. And not just because of a few random athletes in the room, but I also felt good being back in the groove of my routine after a not so strict weekend. Back on track and feeling good. 

The eye candy made it better...

God, I'm terrible. Funny how such realizations come at the most inopportune times. Oh well. Such is life. I promise, I'll do better... Tell me you haven't done it before? 

"And They'll Be Lining Down the Block, Just to Watch What I Got"

Okay so this is Fergie, not me. I look nothing like Fergie. But there's nothing quite like starting your workout with Fergalicious, right?  Tell me I'm wrong. 

Happy 2009!

I hope everyone had a fantastic New Year's Eve celebration! Mine was small but perfect. Lots of food and lots of beverage. All was enjoyed. New Year's Day--my original first real day of getting real with myself as far as my new diet and work out lifestyle-- consisted of the hang over cure... Ihop. Therefore, January 2, 2009 was named "the first day of the rest of my life." 

Okay okay, I'm being dramatic. But it was a new start and I was more than ready for it to begin. My gym membership was processed and paid for and in a little under an hour, Mr. Perfect and I will be headed that way for the first time. I am SO excited. That's an understatement, really. Who gets so excited to go work their ass off for an hour or so? This girl. I'm more excited about getting back to a healthy mindset, mentally and physically. As Elle Woods tells us, "Exercise gives you endorphins, endorphins make you happy, and happy people just don't go out and kill their husbands. They just don't." While, I don't have a husband to kill, I am thrilled with the thought of feeling better, looking better, and moving on with this new life a little better... with a better attitude, I mean. 

In any case, you can see the mood I'm in on this beautiful Saturday morning. I hope everyone else has a great weekend as well! Much love to my wonderful blogging friends and Happy New Year!