Passion

Just got back from watching Wimbledon. Here's a short review: it's really less of a romantic comedy and more about finding the thing inside of you that makes things happen. Couple downsides, mostly on Kirsten Dunst. She's post-fruit, which means her youthful dewy edge is fallinga way and she's looking fairly normal and, dare I say, in some scenes just plain bad. I got the overall sense that she was badly lit. The other downside was that her character served as inspiration for the male character. Gaaaaah. I hate that.

Paul Bettany did a fairly good job of being a likeable Brit, but I didn't feel anything more for him other than a passing interest. For a movie about passion, drive and winning, it was surprisingly dry.

I thought it really funny that the only way a Brit would win Wimbledon in this day and age is for them to make a movie about it.

Anyway, this leads me to share the top things I dislike in movies:

1. Any movie that celebrates the human spirit. You know which ones they are. The voiceover in the trailer intones "...in celebration of the human spirit." Or there's a moment in the movie when a key thing happens and everyone in the room, stadium, country stands and claps. I can't stand those movies. It cuts out about 99% of what I can see.

2. Any movie that uses sex as a metaphor: for war (Unbearable Lightness of Being), art, or anything else. Forget it. Sex should be about one thing only: lust. Or maybe love. But it's a better movie if it's about lust. ;)

3. A romantic comedy should pass two tests for me: I should want to be the girl, and I should want to date the guy.

Sadly, I did not wan to to do either in regard to the characters in Wimbledon.

Stats Quo

I've lived w/the diet and cheated enough that I'm fitting in my clothes, but not making much progress beyond that. If you were to see me, you'd probably say, "Why are YOU on a diet?" It's true that my dress size has not gone above double digits, but that doesn't mean it won't end up that way. I've been a thin person all my life, even though I have done nothing to earn it. As a child I ate very little. As a teen to twentysomething, I ate whatever I wanted, and pretty much maintained my slim profile. But it had nothing to do with what I did, which was nothing. It had to do with how my body processed food. I was blessed with a fast metabolism, and I took it for granted.

I say this because if I had a slow metabolism and ate the way I just described, I'd be as big as a house. And then people would say I had an eating disorder. It's really not fair.

I was at a party last night, wearing the magical dress, and offhandedly mentioned that I was working on a diet (because I was cheating like crazy) and the gentleman before me gave me a quizzical look. I said, "because my clothes weren't fitting me." He said, "I find that very hard to believe." I said, "So did I! Trust me." But it is true.

And the truth is what I hate more than anything is shopping. I like the clothes that I already have. Please don't make me go back into the mall. (Except to go and buy more magical dresses...but wouldn't it be better if they just showed up on your doorstep, with, perhaps, a cute UPS man delivering?)

So the next logical step is to start moving, as in exercise. That takes a big effort for me, as it involves actually moving around of my cozy home. Eliminating food is easy: I can do it in my kitchen. Exercise means I have to move. And I'm not gonna get suckered into buying an at-home machine. Been there, done that. Anyone wanna buy a nearly new, pristine weight bench and free weights?

The heart monitor came in the mail, and I've been so "busy" that I haven't had a chance to play with it yet. But I will. Maybe when it's swarming with ants, I'll feel sorry for it and use it...