Excuses and Bad Relations.

The following post has nothing to do with logic.

What is the correlation between productivity and situational ability? Estranged cousins kind of core-relation, I tell you. Have you ever had the burning desire to exercise just minutes before you cripple down in pain from an age old injury? Have you ever had a brilliant story plot pop into your head seconds before you fall asleep so that you are incapable of so much as lifting your arm to scribble it down on the bedside table notepad you have specifically for such occasions? I usually get my biggest desire to write epic sagas in the middle of a club dance floor, something about the whole being lost in a crowd, all senses heightened, hyped by surroundings kind of productivity that knocks in, naturally when I leave the party the desire gets flustered by so much attention that it hides back into its shell. When I'm at a lecture sitting in plain sight of the speaker I have a desire to space out and sketch, don't you? Not meaning it as an insult to any speaker, I find all lectures fascinating, however, then and there seems like the perfect time for ideas to come a flooding. Have you ever had the specific time set off for your work and that is when you blankly stare at the page wishing you were suffering in a gym instead? Yes. You have.

It's like a warm feeling of confidence that seconds from now you won't actually need to do any of this fabulous shit because you'll be seriously busy, so you end up not enjoying any of the things you are doing.

So I'm trying a new approach to all this while I'm on my year abroad. Since I'm already the strange foreigner from an island nobody has ever heard of, I might as well embrace it and blame my weird behaviour on that. Except it would look something like...

I know I'm in the middle of listening to you, but I wanted to design something for my sculpture module right now. So, mi scusi, non capisco.

I'm sorry I'm late and stinky, there was a kick-boxing class I simply could not resist. Cosa?

Or I could just plan my life a little better and condition myself to do things when I actually can.

Last summer I chronically woke up late and missed most of my mornings. The couple of times that I did force myself out of bed early I had nothing planned and therefore no motivation to stay awake. I started trying to convince myself that gaming in the morning is a better idea than wasting the day at the beach and then missing out on friends later in the evening. Nobody is ever up at 7 on a weekend anyway, which means nobody to distract or grill me about why I'm playing video games or why am I so busy reading or drawing. I managed my favourite things to do into my most ignored time of day and woopty-doo, I am a morning person now. When people ask “Why do you bother getting up so early?” I explain that first of all it's not all that early, second, it gives me more time to procrastinate and do things that would otherwise waste my precious time.

I honestly believe this strategy can be applied to about anything. And if you're really bursting with brilliance, that bedside table notebook will have to travel and get utilized a little more. My view of these fallbacks is a human's natural and passionate love for excusing oneself from responsibilities.

 I'm not sure what this means.

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The Fabulous Fifties

I follow a certain INSPIRING account on Twitter. @theniftyfifties
Every morning I have breakfast and browse around my twitter, today they posted this photo of Julie Newmar (the very first Catwoman).

Meow!

That lady has a perfect figure. In fact, most ladies in the fifties seem to have gorgeous figures! Their waists are tiny, they have lovely curves in all the right places... I remembered my grandmother and were going through old clothes and finding a garter belt (yeah, tights weren't always around), it was for a ridiculously tiny waist. Now, my grandma wasn't an actress, she was a soviet factory working gal, still she had the amazing body advertised by actresses. Looking back, nobody on her old photos was ever so much as chubby!
In the soviet union this diet kept on for a long while, so even my mother (circa University years, around early 80s) kept up the lifestyle while living with parents.

According to a Daily Mail article (which reviews a study by Prima magazine, since I can't find the actual Prima article, I don't know how reliable that is) people consumed a nice large amount of carbohydrates from breads and vegetables, but a significantly smaller amount of fat. Which is hilarious because every grandmother I know drowns things in sunflower oil or butter. Perhaps, food was of better standards?
Let's see, the average salary in the 50s was $2,992, and the cost of a loaf of bread was $0.14... And:

I think one can safely assume that having a nice balanced meal was more realistic then, as opposed to the random crap we eat as fillers throughout the day.
However, recently we were striving for a nearly skeletal figure (thank you Kate Moss for introducing Heroine Chic, you ass.), but thankfully that seems to be fading out now and the demands are more... sporty? Yeah, well, back in the day the demands were HOURGLASS FIGURE. Which is curvy as fuck and the rarest body type nowadays and neither is it really something one can achieve with exercise, only a very pick flab-fighting diet and waist-cinching corsets! Diet plans and appetite suppressing pills were sold over the counter, a healthy body was slender and girly curves so..."for good eating in the 1950s people relied on seven basic foods. Two or more servings of milk per day were suggested, as well as two servings each of fruits and vegetables. At least one serving of meat or cheese was required per day, as well as a minimum of three to five eggs per week. Two or more tablespoons of butter per day were considered essential, along with at least two servings of bread or cereal. These are the minimum food amounts suggested by the nutrition guidelines of the 1950s."
So a minimum of:
2 servings of milk a day
2 of fruit and veg a day
1 serving of meat and/or cheese a day
2 tablespoons of butter a day
2 servings of bread and/or cereal a day
3-5 eggs a week

Haha, butter, what is this butter you speak of?
Meanwhile in UK, things were rationed due to post-war shenanigans. Hell, the Soviet Union continued to ration thing simply because they liked rationing! People grew their food and bought if at marketplaces which leads me to the subjects of portions.
"Servings" are an interesting point here because 50s ladies were obsessed with portion control, something we tend to forget about and go full on and change everything about our diets! I also found a lovely little interview with Julie Newmar where she briefly mentions her diet today-ish. Let's keep in mind that a person usually sticks to the habits that she picked up younger, that is... the 50s-60s.
"What's your diet like?
I eat whatever I want, whenever I want. I eat a lot of fish, vegetables and salads. Liver powder for energy and I have Chai tea with cream. For dessert I have a glass of whole milk and a few nibbles of dark chocolate."

Makes quite a lot of sense to me (fish, cream, catwoman) knowing that she gardens a LOT in addition to the fun part of this post... EXERCISE!

The Catwoman loves exercise!

Housewives would have generally maintained an active lifestyle no matter how you look at it.
Wake up, make breakfast for the whole family, wash up after the whole family, walk the kids to school, walk to town get groceries, walk back, make lunch for hubby who comes home for lunch before going back to work again, feed, clean, clean the rest of the house, play with kids (TV is not for children and neither is it good for them). The whole cleaning ordeal was more difficult back in the day! No washing machines, powerful vacuum cleaners (you're most likely to mop the floor anyway, right, woman?) or dishwashers yet!

Meanwhile I can't stop staring at young Julie Newmar's ass. In Newmar's case she was a dancer and a dance choreographer and professional Gotham villain for a large part of her life.
In addition to the earlier dancing and gardening, in the interview (that interview has GOT to be more than 10 years old, she's 79 and has had 7 or 8 operations for skin cancer for crying out loud...) she mentions exercising to get in "the zone". "Ten minutes of stretching on the floor, ten minutes at the barre (a gate post in my garden) and ten minutes on the bike in my office, listening to George Stephanopoulos on Good Morning America." Sounds pretty realistic for a lifestyle choice, don't you think?

So depending on your particular lifestyle and endless bothers about STUFF there's no actual excuse to keep yourself in unhealthy shape. Ladies back in the day didn't really starve, in fact the food is pretty heavy and bland as opposed to today's meals. Neither did they over-work themselves at the gym, they just ate organic food in moderation and stayed active in the house.

I'm off to have my glass of milk.