Eye of the Beholder: I Don’t Want to Look Like THAT

You’re not necessarily judging the other person. You don’t know their situation. But when you see someone else with a lot of extra fill in the blank you just might think to yourself “I don’t want to look like that.” You’re not saying that person should change or that there’s even anything wrong with their fill in the blank. But you are realizing that you’d personally like to avoid that size of a fill in the blank. You don’t think you’d “carry it well.” Arms that continue to wave after you’ve stopped, ass cheeks that spread to your hips, love handles you hate, fupas, cellulite (no explanation necessary), whatever your case might be.

Eye of the Beholder: D*mn Holiday Parties

Eggnog, Jingle Bells, Mistletoe, Champagne, and Grown Up Holiday Parties. Gone are the days of “holiday” parties in sweatshirts and tennis shoes. December is now the time to pull out your closed-toe stilettos, cocktail dresses and clutches. Cocktail dresses are not nearly as invasive as bathing suits but they still can flaunt the flaws (especially if you wear them as “fitted”as I do). Satin is NOT forgiving. The roundness that has become my abs is not well hidden. What’s a girl to do?

Eye of the Beholder: Shot Glass Therapy

I wonder, if I’m looking for someone with a six-pack and beautiful arms, does that mean I should at least have a flat stomach and nice legs? (Long does not equal nice, only more to shave.)

Eye of the Beholder: Health vs. Vanity

So, I have bad knees and shoulders. And I refuse to watch what I eat any more than the short trip it takes from my plate to my mouth. Yes, diabetes, heart disease, and obesity run in my family. Yes, salt and butter are my favorite ingredients for any meal. Yes, I know that genetics are not in my favor. BUT somehow that collection of facts is not enough to get me into the gym on a regular basis. But give me a muffin top sighting or mid-30s looking thighs 10 years too early and you’ll soon see me huffing and puffing, breaking a sweat on the leg press with my iPod in its armband and my red Nalgene water bottle at Gold’s Gym.

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