You Are What You Watch... Naked?
Just watched my 2nd ep of How To Look Good Naked. And me likey! :-D
For those of you who haven't seen it: it's bloody fabulous! It's one of those reality make-me-over shows - but this one's all about liking yourself for who you are and being at ease with your own body. In each ep one woman gets chosen, and goes shopping with the super-nice show host Gok Wan + gets hair and makeup freshened up to fit their body type and individual style (that is, the one the women decides on later on in the show - NOT the style, or lack thereof, that they had before).
NO body surgery (although there sometimes are things like slimming underwear and some strange herbal/massage treatments, that one apparently loses weight from.. I don't know).
I once saw an ep of Extreme Makeover that completely re-sculpted the faces of this couple, with children, in their 40s I think.. and they were not pretty to begin with (hence the make-over) but OMG! were they ugly when the team was finished! It was the most bizarre thing I've even seen, they looked like they were made entirely out of very cheap plastic! Everyone of course said they looked great when they met the family and friends, but they looked awful! And they have to live with these bodies henceforth... or for as long as it sticks, anyway.
Come to think of it, the show is a bit like What Not To Wear, also a Brit reality (fashion) show that used to be presented by Trinny and Susannah. Come on girls... you know about this one..?
Just watching it actually gives me energy to improve my own life, attitude and wardrobe (mostly a massive clean-up needed, there)! How crazy and wonderful is that! Normally, I have to watch one of my fav films or something to get that feeling. Not a reality show!
The only other one that does that to me is... another British fix-up-your-life-series: You Are What You Eat.
I admit: I like Gillian McKeith. And everytime I've watched her show I feel like being a really good girl and take care of myself. The feeling usually sticks for up to four days. But still!
We do have a Swedish spin-off on the show, but it's C-R-A-P. The hostess, Anna Skipper - who probably got chosen solely because of her physical resemblance to McKeith - has an annoying voice, usually employed to tell people how bad their lives styles are in the most rude and unfriendly way possible. If people then fail to follow their diet (which they of course almost always do) she gives them hell about it. And doesn't stop.
I do believe I have some serious fixing-up to do in some very near future.
Evidence No 1: I'm naturally skinny, yet it gets increasingly easier to gain weight. On my stomach (don't have such a thing as a proper waist line. It's confusing, I know). Around the hips. On my thighs. Without trying.
Suggestion: This is bad. Maybe workout will help?
Emotional response: I hate physical exercise. Got it?
Evidence No 2: My walk-in-closet is no longer possible to walk into. You can squish yourself into it. You can jump into it, provided that you're good with balancing on one leg.
Suggestion: This is bad. Maybe a serious sorting, throwing/giving away unused clothes and just keeping essential items, neatly organized and placed on shelves, will help?
Emotional response: I can't bear to part with old things. Not clothes. Not books. Not stupid, useless notes from various classes in primary school (and upwards). Not even long since broken porcelain kitties from my childhood.
Evidence No 3: I have a wrinkle. On my forehead. It starts between the eyes, you know, on the right side, but then it continues! I use to have two of them, developed first some months ago, but then I tried to not make that frowny face. So I figured I hadn't made them permanent, yet. And the left one was even beginning to vanish. Two days ago, I looked into the mirror - and staring back at me was this huge wrinkle. One instead of two. But it really is huge. It's about 4 cm long (yes, I measured it a few hours ago) which translates to a little more than 1 inch.
Suggestion: I'm sorry, but there seems to be little to do about this. Stop bloody frowning the way you do, woman! And get over it. We're all gonna get old.
Emotional response: Excuse me, but I'm not capable of typing down an emotional response, right now. I'm kinda busy killing myself over here.
For those of you who haven't seen it: it's bloody fabulous! It's one of those reality make-me-over shows - but this one's all about liking yourself for who you are and being at ease with your own body. In each ep one woman gets chosen, and goes shopping with the super-nice show host Gok Wan + gets hair and makeup freshened up to fit their body type and individual style (that is, the one the women decides on later on in the show - NOT the style, or lack thereof, that they had before).
NO body surgery (although there sometimes are things like slimming underwear and some strange herbal/massage treatments, that one apparently loses weight from.. I don't know).
I once saw an ep of Extreme Makeover that completely re-sculpted the faces of this couple, with children, in their 40s I think.. and they were not pretty to begin with (hence the make-over) but OMG! were they ugly when the team was finished! It was the most bizarre thing I've even seen, they looked like they were made entirely out of very cheap plastic! Everyone of course said they looked great when they met the family and friends, but they looked awful! And they have to live with these bodies henceforth... or for as long as it sticks, anyway.
Come to think of it, the show is a bit like What Not To Wear, also a Brit reality (fashion) show that used to be presented by Trinny and Susannah. Come on girls... you know about this one..?
Just watching it actually gives me energy to improve my own life, attitude and wardrobe (mostly a massive clean-up needed, there)! How crazy and wonderful is that! Normally, I have to watch one of my fav films or something to get that feeling. Not a reality show!
The only other one that does that to me is... another British fix-up-your-life-series: You Are What You Eat.
I admit: I like Gillian McKeith. And everytime I've watched her show I feel like being a really good girl and take care of myself. The feeling usually sticks for up to four days. But still!
We do have a Swedish spin-off on the show, but it's C-R-A-P. The hostess, Anna Skipper - who probably got chosen solely because of her physical resemblance to McKeith - has an annoying voice, usually employed to tell people how bad their lives styles are in the most rude and unfriendly way possible. If people then fail to follow their diet (which they of course almost always do) she gives them hell about it. And doesn't stop.
I do believe I have some serious fixing-up to do in some very near future.
Evidence No 1: I'm naturally skinny, yet it gets increasingly easier to gain weight. On my stomach (don't have such a thing as a proper waist line. It's confusing, I know). Around the hips. On my thighs. Without trying.
Suggestion: This is bad. Maybe workout will help?
Emotional response: I hate physical exercise. Got it?
Evidence No 2: My walk-in-closet is no longer possible to walk into. You can squish yourself into it. You can jump into it, provided that you're good with balancing on one leg.
Suggestion: This is bad. Maybe a serious sorting, throwing/giving away unused clothes and just keeping essential items, neatly organized and placed on shelves, will help?
Emotional response: I can't bear to part with old things. Not clothes. Not books. Not stupid, useless notes from various classes in primary school (and upwards). Not even long since broken porcelain kitties from my childhood.
Evidence No 3: I have a wrinkle. On my forehead. It starts between the eyes, you know, on the right side, but then it continues! I use to have two of them, developed first some months ago, but then I tried to not make that frowny face. So I figured I hadn't made them permanent, yet. And the left one was even beginning to vanish. Two days ago, I looked into the mirror - and staring back at me was this huge wrinkle. One instead of two. But it really is huge. It's about 4 cm long (yes, I measured it a few hours ago) which translates to a little more than 1 inch.
Suggestion: I'm sorry, but there seems to be little to do about this. Stop bloody frowning the way you do, woman! And get over it. We're all gonna get old.
Emotional response: Excuse me, but I'm not capable of typing down an emotional response, right now. I'm kinda busy killing myself over here.