Before we begin–Dad, Ajay, Hassan, you may want to stop reading now. Baby girl is all grown up!
Now that Pop and the big brothers have left the room, let me explain myself. This topic grew out of an innocent conversation that I had with my aunt over the Christmas holiday. We were talking about food and eating habits, and we ended up finding that we both had something in common–night eating. Not 10-11pm, snacking before bed. I mean, being in a dead sleep, waking up to use the bathroom or get a glass of water and ending up at the kitchen counter inhaling leftover chicken wings or making a sandwich, practically, with eyes clothes. (Sidenote: I understand that revealing such embarrassing things about myself diminishes my cool factor exponentially and probably makes me seem like an absolute weirdo. But dammit, my readers deserve to know the truth! This is me. Khalilah Joi Dubose: sleep eater.) Truthfully, I’m not exactly asleep, nor I am fully awake. But for some reason, on certain nights, (not every night of course, maybe once or twice a month), I wake up at some ungodly hour absolutely famished. Come to find out, my aunt had the same problem many years ago. She would wake in the middle of the night and eat. Genetics? Not likely. But then she said something that shook me to the core.
“I always thought it was from a lack of sex.”
…pause out of the awkwardness of hearing your aunt say the word ‘sex’….then…Sweet merciful orgasm! That’s it! Or at least, that could be it. (Dad, if you haven’t stopped reading, now would be a good time. This is your final warning.) So here is more embarrassing, radically revealing information. I don’t have a lot of sex. Particularly for a single woman my age, or so I hear…often. I’m not a virgin. *gasp* But I guess I am what you would call celibate. Whether that’s by choice or circumstance is a matter of debate. But since my last relationship, I haven’t done much of the funky hip hustle. The most consistent amount of action my bed has seen is the full-on wrestling matches I have with my jeans.
So when my aunt said what she said, it dawned on me that maybe those night cravings are actually representative of a craving for something else. Maybe rather than a bowl of soy ice cream, what I really need is…well…some hot-man-lovin’. It also got me to thinking about the last time I was in a relationship and having relations on a regular basis. While most people say they pack on love weight when they’re happily coupled up–I actually dropped a few pounds. There were a variety of reasons for that.
One: I was getting plenty of exercise. *insert devilish giggle here*.
Two: the late night snacking and sleep eating were eliminated because I was usually busy doing other things. *yep, still talking about the same thing*
Three: I just had less of an appetite. Perhaps because I was being filled up in other ways. (And that’s not a dirty double entendre, I swear.) Or maybe the lack of appetite was from the stress of being with a man that I never fully trusted. But that, my friends, is another blog for another day.
Whether one thing actually has anything to do with the other, I can’t say for sure. But my aunt certainly raises a valid point. Are we substituting food for something that is lacking in our lives? Of course, Oprah and Dr. Phil have been proponents of this school of thought for years, but I never really thought it made sense for me because, from my perspective, I have a very full life. As far as the sex thing goes, sure, I wouldn’t mind having more. But I never feel like I’m missing anything, ya know? I’m a relationship girl. So the idea of sex for sex sake doesn’t appeal to me much. …Ok, maybe a little but not much. *blush*
So now I’m wondering, could sex be my ally in this raging war against the R.J.F.–(residual jiggle factor if you’re a new reader). Should I forget the push-ups and do the pelvis push instead? (Shout out to “Vintage Trouble” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zm_Xo0kKcb8). Maybe instead of squat thrusts, I should do…wait…on second thought, I think I’ll keep that one.
I’m not saying that all I have to do to get my ideal body is have sex, but what I am suggesting, is that perhaps it can help eliminate one of the habits that thwart my efforts. What do you think? Will having more sex help me shed some pounds? According to “Woman’s Day” magazine, having sex burns approximately 288 calories an hour. http://www.womansday.com/sex-relationships/sex-tips/8-sexy-ways-to-burn-calories-110923 Sure, I can burn twice that on the elliptical or doing hot yoga, but that’s not nearly as much fun, now is it?
Unfortunately, the challenge here is actually testing this theory. Like I said, I don’t do the whole, ‘random sex’ thing. (No offense to those who are a little more open with the nookie.) So until I find someone who I truly connect with and want to be in an intimate relationship with, I won’t be able to prove or disprove my aunt’s hypothesis. UNLESS…you all do the leg work for me. Here’s where it gets good. Some of you I know personally. And I know for certain that you’re doing plenty of pelvis pushing yourselves and can weigh in on this. Those of you I don’t know have the luxury of being completely anonymous. So you tell me–does consistent sex curb your cravings? Do you think you’re in better shape because of your sex life? Inquiring minds, (and nosey ass me), want to know. Believe me, when I do get the chance to test the theory, you, my awesome readers, will be some of the first to know. Until then, be safe, carry on and continue to make sweet, sweet love! Happy Valentines Day!