I never thought I would be one to rock the skinny pants (not skin-tight skinny, mind you). Yet I find that when I wear my slim pants and a cute top and some wedges, I walk a little taller and maybe add a touch of sashay!
Crazy, right? I strut my face off and feel good about my curves. I haven't really lost any major lbs. lately, but I have been adding quite a bit of ab work to my routine and I am finding that even if my tummy isn't flat--- but it isn't getting in the way of my daily tasks, I am starting to feel good in my skin. I haven't cracked the secret as to how to feel that way all the time- when I do, I promise to share!
But in the meantime, I am going to stick to the plan. Just do better every day. And so far, it is helping! It may not be whittling my waistline or toning my thighs at a breakneck speed, but it is reshaping my brain and I think that is the biggest barrier we all face in this world of stick figure models. I will never be skinny and I don't really want to be. I want to be healthy. And hot. I'd love to be hot!
Truthfully, it isn't every day I feel this way, but when I do, I have made a conscious decision to revel in it. Sock it all in! I am not going to love myself and my shape every day. I know this. But on the days that I do- LOOK OUT! Oh yeah, that's me pretending walking up my driveway is the equivalent to walking a catwalk. What of it??
Friday, August 28, 2015
Tuesday, August 18, 2015
I am MORE than My Weight
That's right, you heard me critics! I am more than my weight. I know what you see on the outside is a thick, curvy woman, but try to remember that I am also a coworker, a friend, a wife and a good person.
Try to remember that when you stop me in the ladies' room to ask me if I am pregnant that all I want to do is hide and cry because, no, I most definitely am not pregnant but now my belly is all I can think about.
Try to remember that when you call me fat that I have other things going on in my life and sometimes those things get in the way of my weight loss journey.
Try to remember that I work hard all day and dedicate myself to being my best, not just to being skinny.
Try to remember that bullying is even more ridiculous coming from what is supposed to be a grown adult.
Try to remember that just because you are thinner than I am, it does NOT make you better than me.
Try to remember that lifting people up is more rewarding than beating them down.
Try to remember that I am first and foremost a real, live human being with real, live feelings.
I will try to remember that if you need to insult me to make yourself feel better, you and your silly opinion is not worth worrying about and that I am indeed MORE than my weight.
Try to remember that when you stop me in the ladies' room to ask me if I am pregnant that all I want to do is hide and cry because, no, I most definitely am not pregnant but now my belly is all I can think about.
Try to remember that when you call me fat that I have other things going on in my life and sometimes those things get in the way of my weight loss journey.
Try to remember that I work hard all day and dedicate myself to being my best, not just to being skinny.
Try to remember that bullying is even more ridiculous coming from what is supposed to be a grown adult.
Try to remember that just because you are thinner than I am, it does NOT make you better than me.
Try to remember that lifting people up is more rewarding than beating them down.
Try to remember that I am first and foremost a real, live human being with real, live feelings.
I will try to remember that if you need to insult me to make yourself feel better, you and your silly opinion is not worth worrying about and that I am indeed MORE than my weight.
Thursday, August 6, 2015
Weak Ankles
I know that walking is not necessarily the most vigorous work out, but it's one I can do on my breaks at work- one I can do with friends- one I can do with my weak ankles.
For those of you who don't know, I managed to roll both of my ankles (at the same time) early this spring while headed out to work. It wasn't icy. It wasn't all that cold. I wasn't wearing towering heels or in a terrible hurry. I simply stepped off of my back porch and my left ankle gave out. When I tried to catch myself with my right ankle, I rolled that one too. I found myself laying flat on my back in a puddle of my spilled coffee staring up at the sky thinking "Who in the world am I going to get to come scrape me off of my patio?"
It couldn't be the hubs, as he hadn't gotten home from work until after 3:30am and he was upstairs completely konked out... A neighbor? Nah, I don't really want them to see me like this: ripped knee in my brand new pants, drenched in coffee, and whimpering like a 6 week old puppy. So I tried to stand... NOT my smartest decision of the day and let's be honest- it wasn't even 7 a.m. and I wasn't off to a great start.
I proceeded to crawl up the two steps and into my kitchen where as I tried to tenderly peel my boots off while my dogs assisted in the cleaning off of the coffee now dripping down my face. Again, not my proudest moment. It took me several minutes to roll myself onto my feet but then I did manage to hobble my way into my laundry room and change into a different outfit, slip on some flats and make my way to work, mewling all the way. By mid-afternoon, both of my ankles were so swollen, my boss sent me home. Oh yeah, they were that bad.
I have spent the last few months babying my ankles and still trying to find a way to exercise. NOT an easy task when most of the activities I was involved in, Focus T25, Zumba, volleyball all involve jumping and having good balance. No dice. So now I walk. I try to walk every single day and my FitBit helps to keep me accountable. Walking may not make you sweat buckets, but it is purported to be a terrific way to stay fit and I am now a believer. Despite this crazy, embarrassing setback, I've been able to get the scale to inch in the right direction. Winning!
So I say: "Walk on, sista, walk on!"
For those of you who don't know, I managed to roll both of my ankles (at the same time) early this spring while headed out to work. It wasn't icy. It wasn't all that cold. I wasn't wearing towering heels or in a terrible hurry. I simply stepped off of my back porch and my left ankle gave out. When I tried to catch myself with my right ankle, I rolled that one too. I found myself laying flat on my back in a puddle of my spilled coffee staring up at the sky thinking "Who in the world am I going to get to come scrape me off of my patio?"
It couldn't be the hubs, as he hadn't gotten home from work until after 3:30am and he was upstairs completely konked out... A neighbor? Nah, I don't really want them to see me like this: ripped knee in my brand new pants, drenched in coffee, and whimpering like a 6 week old puppy. So I tried to stand... NOT my smartest decision of the day and let's be honest- it wasn't even 7 a.m. and I wasn't off to a great start.
I proceeded to crawl up the two steps and into my kitchen where as I tried to tenderly peel my boots off while my dogs assisted in the cleaning off of the coffee now dripping down my face. Again, not my proudest moment. It took me several minutes to roll myself onto my feet but then I did manage to hobble my way into my laundry room and change into a different outfit, slip on some flats and make my way to work, mewling all the way. By mid-afternoon, both of my ankles were so swollen, my boss sent me home. Oh yeah, they were that bad.
I have spent the last few months babying my ankles and still trying to find a way to exercise. NOT an easy task when most of the activities I was involved in, Focus T25, Zumba, volleyball all involve jumping and having good balance. No dice. So now I walk. I try to walk every single day and my FitBit helps to keep me accountable. Walking may not make you sweat buckets, but it is purported to be a terrific way to stay fit and I am now a believer. Despite this crazy, embarrassing setback, I've been able to get the scale to inch in the right direction. Winning!
So I say: "Walk on, sista, walk on!"
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)