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the Secret to Weight Loss:

Eat very little.

I betcha didn’t want to hear that, did you?!  Well, from someone who has tried it all, eating less is what works and since that’s still unpracticed by so many, it might as well be some secret.  We are very good at creating our own realities.  We employ selective hearing, selective memory, we seek out the answers that we want to hear, we retain information that supports our case, and we are just very very clever at deceiving ourselves.

As a woman, as a trainer, and as an actress, I exist in a cross-section of society that can wreak havoc one’s body image.  I have also had the opportunity to hear it all in matters of the body.  And let me confirm what you are already suspicious of.  Everyone is trying to change their shape: pinch it in, flatten it out, elongate it, bulk it up, keep it up, take it away, you name it, it’s been scrutinized over.

In the midst of this seemingly never-ending strive for the perfect form, however, I, thank God, received a refreshing perspective on it all!  A recent visit to a nutritionist gave me a simple, reasonable, and no monkey-business assessment and game plan!  Going in, I was the typical frustrated diet-er, armed with excuses and baggage: I believed my metabolism was on the downspiral that everyone says accompanies aging; I believed that as a fitness instructor that teaches 4 times a week, I had leeway to eat without counting; I believed that I had truly uncontrollable snacking urges that sometimes erupted in binges and that I shouldn’t subjected to the repercussions; I believed that disciplining myself from all sweeteners and sodium and eating organic should count for something and that I should have been reaping the rewards!  Boy did I get a wake up call!

Right off the bat, Lisa rejected the proverbial metabolism excuse, citing the reality that our decrease in metabolism is minute and almost negligible.  She later proved it with a test.  She taught me that my calorie burn needn’t be added back into my diet.  The few hundred calories shed during a workout is better off left as a bonus and my body is not going to miss that extra energy.  She left me with a simple number: 1100.  That’s how many calories my body burns at rest and that’s all I really need.  Out the window with the “never eat less than 1200 calorie” rule.

Most refreshing from my visit with Lisa was the realization that this is not rocket science.  There are no bizarre rules regarding carbs, snacks, eating times, etc.  Common sense and calorie-tracking is all that was asked of me.  And a change in body is everything that was promised to me!   It’s so simple that I almost believe we make things more complicated just to have an excuse to wag our finger at later.  If everyone committed to the reality of how much they needed to eat, didn’t add in undeserving calories, saw through the outlandish gimmicks, and just kept it real, they would undoubtedly experience a slimmer existence.  I’ll keep you posted…hopefully with pictures soon!

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Las Vegas or Lost Wages?

fresh off a trip from Sin City herself…

A woman drinking alcohol from a plastic guitar strung around her neck…a couple huddled drunkenly over their plate of limp lo mein…a couple staggering to the street music as their young child lays wide-eyed in his stroller…such are the sights of Vegas. This is not to deny the luxurious architecture, high tech games, mouth-watering fares, underestimated street talent, and constant buzz of activity that abound here on the strip, but Vegas wasn’t dubbed Sin City for no reason. With the highest unemployment rate of any state, an epidemic of addiction to gambling, and a host of other related issues, Nevada’s plan to lure in the luck-seekers hasn’t left out its own residents.

Perhaps it’s the increased oxygen pumped into the casinos, the lack of windows and clocks, the endless offers for free drinks, the lively sounds of the slot machines, the all-you-can-eat buffets at value meal prices, or the ease with which one can get lost in the flurry of it all. Whatever the formula, it succeeds in creating an atmosphere not unlike Spring Break, just for grown-ups: a ticket to dress scantily, speak lewdly, drink voraciously, and leave all that is real behind…just for a few hours or days.

I am genuinely concerned when I see evidence of escapism. I believe that Vegas is a unique form of fun that is amusing and impressive and memorable. But if you have to be hush hush about what “happened in Vegas,” then you might want to get that checked out!

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“Bruno” indicates where our entertainment intellect has gone…south

“Bruno” has been on people’s radars for months now.  It was released on July 10th to a drooling American audience.  Three summers ago, we fell in love with Sasha Baron Cohen’s awkward Borat and soon came to anticipate the introduction of another one of his alter ego’s, the gay fashionista, Bruno.  Bruno is essentially the last scene of Borat, the very gay, very naked, very hairy scene, stretched out over the course of 80 minutes.  That’s the best way I can think of to describe it.  And I hated that last scene.  Call me old-fashioned, but to me, shocking does not necessarily equal entertaining.  I respect the comedian who doesn’t have to supplement every joke with curses in order to elicit laughs.  That comedian is more clever and sophisticated.  In the same way, the Ali G Show and Borat (more so the Ali G Show) displayed the employment of thought and skill.  Bruno…not so much.  Bruno relied on nudity, sex, and offensiveness to create shock value.  I guess to Sasha Baron Cohen, there’s no such thing as a bad reaction.  And thus, even disgust and offense are better than nothing.  I appreciated the remnants of intelligent chutzpah that Bruno displayed in his interview with the model and the stage moms.  These elements were what we loved about Borat and the Ali G Show.  In those scenes, the audience felt like they were in on the joke…we were in on the funny.  We were watching as Americans revealed their own stupidity in mock interviews.  Sure, they were made to look silly, but nobody was hurt.  Such interviews required verbal nimbleness, brave irreverance, and quickness of thought…that is entertaining.  In Bruno, however we felt as if we were observing a bashing of innocent people…we felt sympathy for the butts of the jokes.  Bruno hurt a lot of people on his way to the bottom.  I don’t find outright disrepect and disregard for peoples lifestyles entertaining.  Hopefully, when Cohen attempts Ali G’s big screen debut, which seems the logical next endeavor, he will stay true to the Ali G that we know and love.  The one who talked about confused gang signs with sign language and Euthanasia with the youth in Asia and freestyled at an abortion rally…without the removal of even his fake rapper gold chain.  =P