We have moved the elliptical machine from the foyer (yes, a little ghetto, but welcome to home renovation) to my favorite room in the house--the yellow room. By the time I get around to getting on the elliptical in the afternoon the sun shines through the windows "just so," highlighting certain objects in the room--including my thighs when I am on the elliptical machine. I noticed this the other day--and was less than pleased with what I saw. There was, of course, fuzz covering my pasty legs--that's is, after all, what happens when you don't shave for 10 days--but more disturbing was the cellulite. Now, I realize that all woemn have cellulite...blah blah blah--but really? On the TOPS of my thighs--everywhere--covered in fuzz? Come on nature--cut me some freaking slack! Now, I am no svelte Victoria Secret model, nor will I ever be, but it isn't like I don't work out--I am trying here! Is this about getting older? Where your attempts to change your body are fruitless because you are fighting some cruel change in metabolism and redistribution of body fat? How many times do women need to go through this--the "change" in our bodies--we are like damn shape-shifters--like that guy from some star trek-esque show that had the funny nose and always wore grey. Can't I just opt out? No thank you, I don't want for my body to change again, adolescence was traumatic enough thank you!
Needless to say, my motivation and irritation was renewed by said discovery and I am blogging from the damn elliptical machine now. Jeez. Here is where I am supposed to have some insightful and deep comment about loving my body and person within as part of finding myself. Fuck that. I will be there someday, but right now is not it. I was much more inspired after my Yuengling Black and Tan yesterday--maybe I will have something deeper after my Redhook ESB--AFTER I get off the freaking elliptical. ARGH!!!!
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