[a weight loss story]
*kathrynoh at nemesis dot com dot au*
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?
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.
Alrighty, the challenge is on and I will be watching! What a great quote too :-)
By 2:29 pm, at
I'm with you on the changerooms. How do people change in the shower cubicles?
A woven basket, which became a standard measure of volume - e.g. a bushell of tea. Turned upside down, they would conceal a light.
I hated the shared change rooms but I learnt to get over them when I realised every other girl in there is thinking the same thing about their own boobs or arses!
Oh hoh - so it's set in stone now girlfriend!! I so hear you about looking at your reflection and not recognising yourself. That's been happening to me a LOT lately.
I have so many memories of dropping my underwear in the wet cubicle after my shower but in my swimming days. Yuk!
boobs: 100 cm
waist: 81 cm
hips: 109 cm
thighs: 50 cm
Weekly Goal Lifestyle Changing Challenge-A-Rama
Week 1 - Drink more water
Week 2 - Cut out sugary treats