Retail therapy is a beautiful thing! I just wanna thank Dick's Sporting Goods and Macy's for sending me those cash back certificates and some rockin' coupons. Nothing like racking up those store credit cards to shake off the winter blues! (Oh sure, everything I bought was black and white and a lot like other stuff in my closet and I'll probably return it after the "look in my own mirror" test but Ya Hoo! it was cathartic!)
It's snowing again. I'm protesting and not gonna shovel another freaking flake of snow. It's also blowing like a North Dakota winter day. Of course today may be the day I get to drive all over NE Ohio because I'm a push over and much too nice to people who don't appreciate my excellence.
While I am on the treadmill at LifeCenterPlus, like a rat on a wheel, I have THE most profound thoughts. I'm pretty sure I may have discovered the secret to world peace. Unfortunately for the world, the minute I start to cool down (but more likely before that, when I'm weezing and whining in my head) I completely forget what I was thinking about and poof! go all those cool pithy thoughts I wanted to share.
In front of my treadmill is a window to the aerobics floor. All the ladies come in for their workout classes. Set up their steps and Bosu balls as close to the back wall as possible and start moving to the music. The mix of body styles and athletic coordination is inspiring. There are no tall leggy blond model types. Just regular gals you might see at WaterWorks in the summertime. Everyone trying to be a little healthier, leaner, fitter. From my treadmill I see them moving, sweating and following the choreography to burn those kcals (calories). I love that we are all doing our part to take care of ourselves. Keeping ourselves strong and fit should be the goal. But I hear them in the locker room talking about food and (yikes!) making cupcakes for their kids. They are all just regular women ("not half bad") talking about needing to lose weight and eat better and look better and feel better. We all have the same thoughts and conversations. The same insecurities about ourselves.
My profound thought today is: Why the hell do we have these insecurities? Who the hell told us that women need to be skinny, leggy, blond, cellulite free and big breasted well into their 80's to be beautiful and sexy? I think it was Hugh Hefner. Or whomever hired Twiggy in the 60's (but he obviously liked little boys dressed up like girls). Most likely it was some short, fat, boring bald guy who chose the American requirements for female beauty. It totally pisses me off. Judging by the women on the aerobic floor and walking around the track, there aren't a whole lot of "ideal" shaped women. None at LifeCenterPlus at 9:00 a.m. There are, however, a lot of dedicated regular chicks burning kcals in their quest for a healthy life.
I will jump off my "Dove Box" here and just say, "We are all beautiful in our own special way." Appreciate yourselves. If you don't, who will? And if you need a little boost in your attitude, there is always Retail Therapy!
Day 27, 28 & 29 - Check!
It's snowing again. I'm protesting and not gonna shovel another freaking flake of snow. It's also blowing like a North Dakota winter day. Of course today may be the day I get to drive all over NE Ohio because I'm a push over and much too nice to people who don't appreciate my excellence.
While I am on the treadmill at LifeCenterPlus, like a rat on a wheel, I have THE most profound thoughts. I'm pretty sure I may have discovered the secret to world peace. Unfortunately for the world, the minute I start to cool down (but more likely before that, when I'm weezing and whining in my head) I completely forget what I was thinking about and poof! go all those cool pithy thoughts I wanted to share.
In front of my treadmill is a window to the aerobics floor. All the ladies come in for their workout classes. Set up their steps and Bosu balls as close to the back wall as possible and start moving to the music. The mix of body styles and athletic coordination is inspiring. There are no tall leggy blond model types. Just regular gals you might see at WaterWorks in the summertime. Everyone trying to be a little healthier, leaner, fitter. From my treadmill I see them moving, sweating and following the choreography to burn those kcals (calories). I love that we are all doing our part to take care of ourselves. Keeping ourselves strong and fit should be the goal. But I hear them in the locker room talking about food and (yikes!) making cupcakes for their kids. They are all just regular women ("not half bad") talking about needing to lose weight and eat better and look better and feel better. We all have the same thoughts and conversations. The same insecurities about ourselves.
My profound thought today is: Why the hell do we have these insecurities? Who the hell told us that women need to be skinny, leggy, blond, cellulite free and big breasted well into their 80's to be beautiful and sexy? I think it was Hugh Hefner. Or whomever hired Twiggy in the 60's (but he obviously liked little boys dressed up like girls). Most likely it was some short, fat, boring bald guy who chose the American requirements for female beauty. It totally pisses me off. Judging by the women on the aerobic floor and walking around the track, there aren't a whole lot of "ideal" shaped women. None at LifeCenterPlus at 9:00 a.m. There are, however, a lot of dedicated regular chicks burning kcals in their quest for a healthy life.
I will jump off my "Dove Box" here and just say, "We are all beautiful in our own special way." Appreciate yourselves. If you don't, who will? And if you need a little boost in your attitude, there is always Retail Therapy!
Day 27, 28 & 29 - Check!
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