I have cellulite.
I stopped into Lululemon to by some itty-bitty super-wicking shorts to wear to to Bikram, as it’s becoming ever more apparent that my running pants, even though they too are super wicking, are way too much material to be wearing in a 105 degree room especially in the summer months when the room often gets even hotter.
I found shorts that I love and found a part of my body that I do not. There I was in the 360 mirror set up, just like in What Not to Wear, and there I saw it: the dimpling at the top of my thighs. I think my bedroom doesn’t have such great lighting and that hides it’s reality a bit, and perhaps I’ve gained a few pounds lately and that made it more noticable, whatever the reason for my lack previous acknowledgement of this part of my body, it was a rude awakening.
The part of me that writes about fitness and self-acceptance knows that cellulite is predetermined by genetics and there’s no lunges or lotions that can really make it disappear fully. But the part of me that is a woman thinks that this friggin’ sucks(and, OMG will anyone ever want to see my naked again now that I have dimpling?) and my first reaction was to swear up and down I was going to work out more, harder, longer and stop eating.
That’s not reasonable: I need to eat, I love to eat and I already workout about 10 hours a week, which I think is pretty reasonable. Cellulite, is a reality. It’s a reality for women of all shapes, all sizes, all ages. I’m not alone in this, but it’s a reality. A shitty reality. But, a reality nonetheless. Sigh.
Veggie burger on whole wheat English muffin topped with lite cheddar cheese, BBQ sauce and avocado
Salad: lettuce, tomato, avocado w/oil & vinegar
I went to a class tonight where dinner was provided, I tried to make healthy choices.
Salad w/balsamic vinaigrette
I needed a little pick-me-up post class
Nonfat Plain Fro-yo topped w/banana and kiwi (I was channelling PinkBerry)