I got S'il Suffisait D'aimer at a Walmart on a Friday night in August 1999. It was the end of the first week of school in 7th grade and my parents took me to the mall to get a new backpack. Instead, I walked out with this CD which cost $16 (my parents almost killed me) and spent the rest of the night trying to decipher the French lyrics. I was 12. My parents thought it was a colossal waste of money because my Celine love was new and they thought it was a passing fad (HA, PROVED YOU WRONG FUCKERS). It's true, S'il Suffisait D'aimer was only the third Celine album I had purchased (after Falling Into You and Let's Talk About Love), but I didn't care what people had to say. I LOVED IT. Correction: love. I love it. That same exact CD is currently in my car's CD player at this very moment, I was even listening to "En attendant ses pas" on the way to work this morning. True story: in 10th grade, I wrote a paper about how I would bring only this album with me if I was stuck on a deserted island. "On ne change pas" is hands down my FAVORITE FAVORITE FAVORITE Celine song of all time and is 100% the reason I took up learning French.
I heard this while running on the treadmill yesterday and oh em gee... let me tell you. I like this song, I genuinely do, but nothing about it makes it on my list of Top 10 Celine Songs of All Time (probably not even top 20). I liked it in concert, I rarely ever skip it when I'm listening to Falling Into You, but I'm just not normally passionate about it. Except yesterday. The album version of this song is a whopping EIGHT MINUTES. Picture this for me: you're on a treadmill, bored, the TV in front of you is showing some lame ass golf game (ps the best thing to ever happen to golf was Elin Nordegren when she smashed Tiger's face in), and this song starts playing. EIGHT MINUTES OF MID-90s POWER BALLAD. Result: I have a new running song. BAHAHAHA. Something about the "BABY BABY BABY, if you kiss me like this, if you touch me like that, if we forgive and forget and it's all coming back to me" gets me going. It's cheesy, it's predictable, and it's AWESOME.
I hated this song when it came out, I hated it when she sang it in Omaha, I hated when she named her Ultimate Collection after this song... basically, I could not have hated this song more. I don't know what's happened to me since then, but I seriously cannot get enough of this song. CANNOT GET ENOUGH. I'm a little mad at myself for not having enjoyed it when Celine was singing it IN MY FACE, but eventually I'll forgive myself and move on. Until then, this is on repeat on my iPod.
THIS. THIS. OMG THIS. This was the BEST part of the Taking Chances show (there's a 2 minute intro that isn't shown on this video) and I wish I had paid more attention because I didn't realize until the end that Celine was FUCKING MY MIND. Celine Dion is the love song queen, there's no dispute about that. She's sappy, almost saccharine, in the cheese she oozes from every ounce of her being. But THIS performance is exactly the Celine that I love. It's fun, it's bouncy, it makes you want to dance, and above all... the lady can sing. If there's ever a time when I'm running and it feels like I can't take another step, I play this song and it works every time.
The reason for my shameless Celine plug is because I'm in a really good mood. [This is where you're supposed to ask, "Why are you in such a good mood?"] And I say: Well, I stepped on the scale...
...And? [<-- that's you]
And it said 233.0. 233.0!!
I am one pound, 3500 calories, 1 pint of water away from having lost 60 pounds. Just when I was starting to feel like I was stuck, I made the change that made the difference. Honestly, I don't remember the last time I didn't go to the gym. These sixty pounds have not come without a sacrifice. My legs hurt, I'm always tired, sometimes I'd like to eat something other than lettuce, lettuce, spinach, and more lettuce. I'd like some cheese fries and milkshakes and a big ass bag of hot Cheetos. I'd like to erase all the knowledge of calorie counts from my memory, I wish I didn't know how many steps I take in a mile.
That being said, I just took my THIRD trip to the pisser since I woke three hours ago due to my meds, and suddenly I remember why I do it: for my health and well-being. In that general category of "well-being" I consider things like:
- wearing a miniskirt in Vegas
- feeling good about myself
- running because I WANT to.
I could continue to contemplate these things, but I'd much rather take my tunes to the treadmill and pound out all my frustrations while rocking out. And you can bet your sweet little asses that these four songs will be lighting the way.
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