Ms Briony has challenged me to see who can get to 65 kgs first or maybe I challenged her… Anyway it’s on. No more smily face smartie cookies with my morning coffee! Stay tuned for more!
“We ask ourselves, Who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, fabulous?
Actually, who are you not to be?” – Marianne Williamson – from ‘A Return to Love’
Have you ever been somewhere, at the gym or walking down the street, and looked in the mirror for your reflection but not recognised yourself? It’s happened to me a few times lately, mostly because I’m looking for the fat girl and she aint there.
This morning I walked along, wondering if my top made me look fat and emphasised my belly rolls when I saw my reflection. What hit me was my legs, striding out. It’s too easy to zero in on the faults sometimes and not see the good bits.
Which reminds me – I did a body balance class yesterday and the teacher told me to spread my legs further in the moves (she did put it more elegantly) because I have such long legs! Wtf – since when I have I had long legs?
Oh yeah, another thing I’ve been thinking about lately is modesty. I tend to think of myself as a very modest person – I mean modest in the way of not indulging in public nudity, not modest as in hiding my light under a bushell (what the hell is a bushell anyway?).
When I joined the gym, I used to think I was the only chick there that didn’t have a really hot body. Every time I used the change rooms, I was surrounded by women who looked like supermodels.
Over time I’ve realised that isn’t the case. It’s just that I’m one of the few women without a hot body that doesn’t get changed in the shower cubicles.
I don’t it. I have no desire to flaunt my body around the place but serious, shower cubicles are damp and small. They would be a hideous place to get changed. You’d feel all icky afterwards, that not-really-dry ickiness you get after you go swimming, and your clothes might fall on the floor and get wet.
Who cares if someone in the change room sees my saggy belly or the pimple on my butt? It’s a frigging change room, not a beauty parade.