Curvy. Botticelli Babe. Rubenesque. Soft. Buxom.
These are all positive words to describe my body type. I have struggled with weight gain since a tonsillectomy collided with the hormone rush of taking birth control pills. I don't know if it was inevitable or if I just threw some wacky switch in my body but I have gained a few pounds a year since then. Approaching 40 seems to have leveled it off again, but the challenge of losing it has also increased.
I don't generally identify with other "curvy" chicks in Hollywood but rather with those who embody what I consider to be an attainable ideal. Janeane Garafolo is an example of this. Shes cute, pretty even and curvy. But not fat. I just want to be not fat.
I especially love the fact that she scores a hot dude that's tall with wavy hair. Because so did I. I want to be "not fat" for him as much as myself. And for my other dudes. My little dudes. So I'm never that Mom that embarrasses her kids on the playground.
So tonight was about a 4 km walk in the crisp spring (umm are we sure it's not November???) air in my 'hood. It really is the hood. And it felt good, though my legs are jello now and I can feel my perpetual dehydration very strongly.
On to the next steps. Drink more water and go to bed earlier.
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