Let Me Hear Your Body Talk

I started working with a personal trainer a year ago. It has, to date, been some of the best money I have ever spent. It feels frivolous at times to admit that I have spent thousands of dollars on how I look, but you know what? I would never, ever be where I am now if not for the wonderful women that I’ve worked with over the past year.

I can’t remember a time in the past where I felt great about how my body looked. I was, at best, ambivalent about it. This is still a work in progress, but I am, for the most part, truly happy with myself. My stomach may not be flat, but I have muscles. Actual, visible, functional muscles. My (new) boyfriend calls me quadzilla – lovingly. I’m so proud of what I’m able to do with my body that it matters less and less what it looks like. Instead of focusing on how flat (or not) my abs are, I choose to focus on growing my baby triceps and increasing the weight on my squats.

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Am I vain? 100%. I want to look and feel good in my clothes, and I especially want to look and feel good without them. This past weekend, I lounged all day in my bikini. And it felt fantastic.

The point I’m trying to make here is that anyone can find a path to the results they’re looking for. Part of it is making the effort to get yourself out of that rut. Sometimes, it’s as simple as having a salad for lunch instead of a sandwich, or making dinner at home instead of getting takeout. Sometimes, it means making a serious investment in your body or your health. See a nutritionist or dietician, hire a trainer, get a counselor – whatever it is that you feel you need. If you’re not sure where to start, that’s ok. But in time, whatever you need will become pretty obvious. Just have the courage to make changes and you’ll get where you’re hoping to go.



Days like this

I have been having an awful lot of days where I just feel blah.  Fat.  Lumpy.  Gross.  Uncomfortable.  Unattractive. And just generally awful.

I know all of this is completely in my head.  No doubt, I could stand to be more fit (huffing and puffing while trying to talk on the phone and walk is a bad sign, yo), but honestly, there’s nothing wrong with my body.  It does amazing things for me on a regular basis and I couldn’t be more thankful for that.  I’ve never had to deal with a major illness or injury, and everything works the way it should when I ask it to.

So, because I’ve been sippin’ on the haterade just a little too much lately, here’s what I think is fabulous about my body:

My legs.  They’re strong enough to get me through an entire soccer match on the field.  They might not always move as fast as I want them to, and they may not be as slim as I wish, but damn, they carry me everywhere, every day.

My boobs.  Trust me, I go back and forth about these all the time.  They’re huge… but I like that about them.  Granted, it would be nice if they were detachable for those times when I’d like to go to soccer without wearing a Ta-Ta Tamer AND a tight tank with a built in bra, just so I don’t get a black eye, but really, they bring the boys to the yard.  And, more importantly than that, they’re good for balancing out everything else.

My arms. I joke that I have chicken arms all the time, but they do have muscle.  I think.  They’re the easiest part of my body to tone up, and they look fabulous in a tank top.  And they help me to beat eggs, flip pancakes, hug my family and friends, carry groceries, and a myriad of other things.

My feet. Oh, feet.  I’ve put you through a lot of torture over the years, and I’m sorry to say this won’t be stopping any time soon.  They’re temperamental: they blister, bruise, swell and ache constantly. But you know what?  Without them, I couldn’t walk, run, skate, ski… I would not be the same person.  And I would have a whole lot of useless shoes in my room.

My head.  It’s home to my brain (which is so big, it makes my neck hurt… Oh Natalie Portman in No Strings Attached, I love you), and a lot of other really important thing.  I can see, hear, taste and smell.  And I can do all of those things without assistance or issue.  And you know what?  I think it looks nice.  My hair isn’t always perfect, nor is my skin.  But they’re beautiful in their own right.

My stomach.  Both the outer manifestation, and the actual organ.  Although I can’t remember the last time I had flat abs, it doesn’t matter.  It would be nice, yes, but I think I look pretty good most days.  My stomach is a bit bitchy, but it reminds me that I should be eating things that are tasty and good for me.  And you, other than some lactose issues, it pretty much does its job without complaint.  Which is  awesome.

So there you have it.  I’m sure I’ll need to look back at this sometime in the not so distant future, but for now, I’m feeling pretty good!