Thing is? I'm pretty sure that you lose it from your extremities first. Which is why I have astonishingly delicate wrists, ankles and cheekbones for a girl of my bodaciousness. Which would be awesome if I were completely covered from neckline to ankle, but summer's coming up and that means it's bathing suit/camisole/shorts season.
My worry is this... if I lose the extra 30 pounds that the BMI says I should lose - so that I get rid of the inner thigh, back and armpit fat - won't that mean that my wrists, ankles and cheekbones will give me the look of a cadaver, or at the very least Vera Ellen in White Christmas?
Why, oh why, can I not view myself with my spouse's eyes? David's eyes... that love every ounce of me. The eyes that waggle their eyebrows when he sees me bend over to do anything... Hyper-critical Heather focuses on the back fat and the crazy-ass veins in my hands and the face wrinkles and he... he calls me beautiful. And not only does he call me beautiful he actually believes it!
So as I sit, having had an extra helping of apple crisp after dinner, near to tears because I did not walk on the treadmill today, feeling like a slug, I'm attempting to see myself through David-Perspective Glasses. I just have to get through this pathetic, wallowing moment and then I can make better choices tomorrow. There. (deep breath) I have shaken this off and am now revelling in my delicate extremities.
Check out the ankles on me!! |
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