Showing posts with label Weight. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Weight. Show all posts

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

A Message from the Clutter Clean Queen

Staying at home with three kids under the age of eight is a tad bit stressful at times. Some people turn to liquor. Some people turn to food. Some people run up their credit cards. Some people lock themselves in a closet and eat chocolate boxes while watching reruns of Real Housewives. I reorganize and clutter clean my life.

Clutter cleaning has become a regular occurrence in my house. So much, in fact, that Rick has learned to ask our seven-year-old where things are because they change from day to day. I bet if you were to ask Rick what my flaws are, he'd say my compulsion to reorganize the house, my love of ear pulling and my slight obsession with anything Hollywood...this last one being what he considers a most deplorable hobby.

The thing is I've been a clutter cleaning, reorganization queen-freak since I was a kid. I mean, eat your heart out Clean Sweep, I invented the art of throwing it out and labeling it up. And, I don't need fancy bins or thousands of dollars in new decor. Just give me a trash bag, a donation truck and all the shit I don't need and definitely don't use, and I'll show you how it's done...old school style.

My family, however, thinks I am a complete and undeniable nuthead. Seriously, I have put up with so many cracks over the years about my need to keep order in my house that even my sons like to double check my cleaning barometer prior to leaving for a long school day. "You're not going to throw anything out today, are you?" Kids, kids, kids...I'm not that bad. (You just better use it, or the donation truck will reuse it.)

In defense of myself, we are a family of five in a three-bedroom townhouse with zero storage. So, really, I am obligated to keep the house clutter free in order to maintain my sanity. Can you imagine how much crap builds up with three kids and a grammy who can't stop herself from buying them random stuff every time she sees them? It's madness, I tell you, MADness!!!

So, clearly, I was stoked to read studies proving people with a clutter-free house are happier, healthier and even....thinner than those people who are weighed down with too much stuff. Freak, did you say? A happy, healthy one, I say.

The National Study Group on Chronic Disorganization says there is a link between clutter and increased stress. The more stuff you hold onto, the more weight you are carrying on your shoulders. By letting go of stuff you don't need, you are taking control of your life and relieving your stress. I can tell you, I instantly feel more relaxed after making a Purple Heart donation or reorganizing a messy cabinet. It's as if with each cabinet I reorganize, I am organizing my head and allowing my brain to better deal with each problem that arises throughout the day.

There is also a proven link between organization and weight loss. People who maintained a clutter-free, organized home were less likely to overeat. It's simply logic, really. Clutter creates disorganization which creates stress. Stress is the number one cause of overeating. If you eliminate stress, then you will be less likely to gorge on an entire bag of Oreos at midnight. Less Oreos, less pounds on your butt cheeks, more self esteem stored in your closet of goodness.

And, here's the icing on the proverbial clutter cake...when you declutter and reorganize, you are actually increasing your energy and putting yourself in a better mood. It's proven to work!

Last week, I overhauled my mother's kitchen. Seven boxes and bags later, and her kitchen has been clutter cleaned. Believe me, she was quite resistant at first even though I've been doing this to her for years...as a kid, I used to regularly clean out her purses and reorganize her closets while she was at work. Just. For. Fun. (Yes, just a mere glimpse into what Rick lovingly refers to as my loserville childhood.) However, Mom called me the other day and told me she felt like a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. It was as if we threw out some of her stress with those seven bags. And, she wants more of that feeling of lightness, which means only one thing...on to the next room!

So, enough preaching about clutter. Here are a few tips on how to clutter clean your life:

1. Make a list of all the rooms in your house. Now, under each room, make a list of all the areas in that room you need to declutter and reorganize.

2. Pick one room and work on it until it's completely clutter cleaned and reorganized.

3. All you need is a donation box, garage sale or Craigslist box and a trash bag. Everything in that room will either be donated, sold, trashed or reorganized back into the room.

4. Remember your goal is to reduce your clutter. Don't hold onto crap you don't use or don't really need and that includes furniture and decorations. My mom is infamous for reorganizing by putting all her stuff into nice little bins but never actually getting rid of anything. That's not clutter cleaning.

5. Did you know knick-knacks and decor items are the number one clutter causers? I choose my decorations carefully. I like usable or personal items such as photos I've taken or potted plants. All that other stuff is just a waste of my money and doesn't provide me with anything except more dust.

6. If you decide to store something away under a bed or in a closet, ask yourself first why you're keeping it if you are not using it often enough to keep it accessible. If you don't have a good answer, it's time to toss it.

7. I always keep a donation box handy in my basement closet. That way, I have a place to put things that no longer have a place in our house. Sometimes items just no longer fit into your life or your home. Everything has a life span, and it's your job to get rid of festering items when their time is up.

Look, organization is a multimillion dollar industry nowadays. Everyone has too much stuff, and everywhere you go there's some fancy box or bin to store it all in. The truth is we need to downsize how much stuff we actually have and then organize the remaining items into some sort of functional system. So, if you decide to clutter clean your life today, then remember it's less about organizing your life into bins and more about reducing the amount of crap in your life and ultimately, the weight on your shoulders.

I say give it a try. You may find clutter cleaning the thrifty and semi-painless prescription you've been seeking for a healthier, happier life.

Friday, May 20, 2011

The Italian Code

Can I just say how much I love, love, LOVE Italian men? They are completely sexy in a dark, mysterious, I could drink you up all day long kind of way. They are romantic and strong with a high pain tolerance for opinionated, strong-willed women. They tend to be the type of men who could totally kick your ass, but they don't need to because they have way too much confidence to waste their time on you, which eliminates the whole obnoxious man-eating, ego-spitting, testosterone-dripping episode that usually shadows insecure men like a pop-up thunderstorm---totally unpredictable and comes at the most inopportune time. I can tell you with confidence they are exceptional at...ahem...many things, and most important, they adore women. Um...and let me make this distinction clear in case you missed it...they adore W-O-M-E-N. Real women. Not women trapped in a girl's body. Not women with fake this and fake that. Not cover girls who look like they missed one too many meals. They adore a woman with a little something to hold onto. They want a woman built the way a woman should be built...boobs, butt and more curve than a jacked-up highway after a few too many drinks.

Now, let me set the record straight here. I am not talking about the men you see on Real Housewives of New Jersey. I'm not talking about Planet Jersey at all (though I will give props to the Joes of the world who embrace their curvy wives with such gusto it can make even the toughest critic blush.) I'm talking about men like my husband who is a Californian and part Italian and clearly had a mom who raised him right. He has all the Italian traits I love without the the chauvinistic edge that, unfortunately, can ruin even the hottest of hot Italian sex gods. (Sorry, boys, but a confident, strong woman is not going to waste her time playing mommy to you all day long no matter how gorgeous you are.) In short, if I had made a wish list of all the traits my future husband should have, I would have been writing about him.

I could go on and on about the many things I love about my husband, but today I will focus on the trait I think most women will appreciate. He does not have an American perspective on women's bodies, yet he was born and raised in the very heart of plastic America. My husband is one of the few men I've come across who truly and unconditionally loves a woman with some meat. I'm talking boobs, hips and even that little pouch of fat on our lower abs we ladies would sell our left arm to never see again. He loves that. (For the record, I'm not in love with my baby pouch, but it's nice to know someone can appreciate the leftovers from three c-sections.)

And, perhaps this is the time to reveal my stats. Yep. I'm one of those women who did not win the genetically thin lottery. I have the type of Southern farm girl build that holds onto weight in all the right places just in case you want to breed some more farmhands or move some bales of hay before dinner. I have HIPS, not hips. I have what my husband lovingly refers to as drumstick legs, which would make me first pick for a survival expedition just in case the food ran out. However, they are not so conducive to everyday life that may involve things like...I don't know...shorts, skirts, high heels. The funny thing is he likes my strong legs, and although I have had a life-long struggle with my perception of said legs, I have kind of grown to appreciate their strength and in that way, their unique beauty. They are what they are, and I am proud to have a trait that sets me apart from the ideal. In the great words of Caroline Manzo, "I own it."

Look, my husband may have been raised to love women the way they are, but I was raised to hate the way I look. And, it's literally taken me YEARS to come to terms with what I've got. The truth is I'm not what most people would consider the ideal. I am strong and in shape and solid and healthy, and I have the curves of a woman. I'm just not capable of being a size 2. It's not in my genetic code. It is, however, in my code to maintain a healthy size 8. And, you know what, I can honestly say I am okay with that now. It's so strange how I have come to actually love the way I look. Sure, there are parts I'd like to tone up a little more, but overall, I like what I see in the mirror. That is HUGE for me. And, seriously, it has helped being with a man for 12 years who loves me and wants me just as I am with no revisions and no deletions.

So, part Italian or not. That makes him pretty perfect for me.