I'm ADD down to the exact definition, trust me, I just looked it up. I'm all over the place when it comes to focusing my energy. I always start out with a blast, but seem to quickly move on to the next shiny object on the horizon. After a few weeks of eating, drinking and sleeping late while in Nantucket, I decided my new focus would be getting back on a healthy track. For those of you who know me, you know I don't do well with restrictions. I drink alcohol during a cleanse, I talk during movies, I laugh inappropriately at funerals, and I eat off other people's plates. Wow, I sound terribly flawed...well, I AM. One of my great struggles has been committing to exercise. I've joined gyms, hired trainers, bought every video from the brazilian butt lift to the one advertising to teach the actual Navy Seal workout. I've done cleanses, colonics, and good old starvation meal plans and STILL fall off the wagon every time someone pulls out a plate of chili cheese fries. 

This week I decided to hike in my Hollywood Hills hood. I live in Griffith Park, which has tons of great trails right out my front door. I'm sure many of you are wondering why I don't just wake up and walk. The truth is that I'm what you would call a "skinny-fat-lazy-easily-bored-and-distracted" woman. Instead of rolling out of bed, lacing up and striking out, I wake up, get distracted and don't. I have all the great Lululemon gear, along with ridiculously cool and expensive Nike running shoes. I'm definitely prepared to exercise and determine to look great while doing it, I just don't do it. Well, I don't know about you, but nothing forces me to focus like the biting pain caused by the waistband of my JBrand jeans digging into my love handles. I sure as shit don't know who came up with the term "love" handles, cause I love mine about as much as I love rogue chin hairs. 

So, enough is enough. For the past few days I've been hiking. Two miles up and two miles down. It's not pretty. It's actually been a bit demoralizing. I've had Asian women in their eighties wearing satin slippers fly past me. Severely overweight men and women leaving me in their wake. I've learned to not be fooled by what you see - the naked eye will deceive you. While I may look fit and trim tucked into my black spandex outfits, I'm really a hot, unfit mess. My goals are simple. I want to make it up that hill without feeling near death, without constantly wanting to puke or pout. Hopefully, I will tame this 4 mile beast and overpower my urge to move on to something else. My track record committing to any one physical activity hasn't been pretty, but the one thing that keeps me going is standing naked in front of a full length mirror and jumping up and down. I'm not going to stop drinking and eating. I've always wanted to be one of those hungry girls...it's just not in me. But, I refuse to give up and grow bat wings and buy jeggings, so up the hill and down the hill I go.