I’ve been integrating exercise into my boring and banal daily routine ever since I got back from Europe almost two weeks ago. By exercise, I mean lifting ten pound weights.
I’m usually the unhealthiest person in the world given my penchant for abusing my body to the extreme. Back in the day, I used to stay up all night, chain-smoking my way well into the wee hours of dawn, surviving on barely four hours of sleep per day. But lately, I’ve been sleeping a minimum of seven hours (it helps when you set a personal curfew of 10:30-11PM), I’ve been waking up before the sun is up and of course, I do my best to hit the treadmill three or four times a week. I do 100 situps twice a day. I’m all about healthy options these days. My former agent used to joke how I’m all about a bowl of sausages for breakfast and he was right. Nowadays, gimme a plain egg white omelette with a side of broccoli. And a glass of grapefruit juice.
My obsession with being fit and healthy started when I saw a gray nose hair a few months ago. It was a wake-up call. It signaled “bitch, you’re old”. The following afternoon, I went to Chanel to see what they have in the stores (I’m gonna fess up and say I was curious about their famous espadrilles), lo and behold I saw this major white sneaker. At first I thought, the shoes are gonna be perfect for the airport. Then I realized I can’t have a multi-logo-a-gogo situation, with what, a Rolex watch, Louis Vuitton trolley and Goyard tote — the lewk screamed Asian at Duty Free.
The lightbulb “aha” moment didn’t happen until I was in Madrid in February when I forgot to bring my trusty old Nikes. I wanted to run one morning and told myself there’s no way in hell I’m gonna run in Chanel but you know what, the more I (or anybody else) tell myself not to do something, the more I end up doing it so I ended up running in my Chanel sneakers. And you know what? It felt good. So now I use my Chanel sneakers as my work out shoe wherever I go. It’s amazing.