This pic is in honor of queenbliss, who posted her booty pic to mark the beginning of some sort of September Squat challenge. She was so brave and I couldn’t let her be out there alone. I shan’t be partaking of the squatting myself. But here’s my booty, doing Virabadrasana II, complete with a spot of back fat for garnish. Observe the brand-new Hanky Panky thong underwear. Yes, it really is impressively comfortable!
So there it is, folks. My ass. It will turn 43 this Thursday. It’s a good ass although there’s not as much of it as there used to be. It’s not perfectly smooth; there’s a smidge of cellulite. The poor-quality tablet-cam pic is pretty kind to my flaws. Technology win! But as I say, it’s a good ass and I like it. It looks pretty darn good for its age, and in jeans or a skirt it really looks good. Perky. Not to be too graphic for you youngsters, but my ass is well-designed for grabbing. So I’m pleased with it overall. I love my ass. It has served me so well and continues to do so. Thank you, ass!
Slept in today!! Having finally, finally, finally graduated YTT yesterday, I just felt like a wee rest this morning. The scale says 135.5, no change from last week. I don’t even know how I feel about it anymore. I’m becoming more indifferent or resigned about it. On the other hand, the thought of gaining, say, 5 lbs, provokes a wave of anxiety in my head. So clearly I’m not all that indifferent to the number on the scale.
But yesterday I had a very interesting experience. I was driving down to the post-graduation party, and I had to stop at a red light. To the left, I saw a very slender woman walking along the sidewalk, looking pretty great in her slim-fit running shorts/tank top ensemble. For a moment I was looking at her and thinking the same thoughts I always have thought, things like “maybe someday I could look that good… I wonder if she is insanely disciplined or maybe just genetically gifted… no matter how hard I work I’ll never be tall like she is… wow those legs are so thin; mine are still sort of jiggly…” and so forth. And then a difference voice spoke up on my head and it said, “Yeah, she’s fabulous. But you know what? I am fabulous too. I no longer have anything to envy in any other woman.” And a feeling of great pride and happiness washed over me. It was wonderful.
Also, in tangentially-related news, it turns out that the husband of my YTT classmate is a personal trainer, so I may be able to hire him for a good rate and learn to do KBs and TRX and other fun crazy shit and build some more muscle and work on my core strength this Fall. Now that I’ve seen the real-time benefits of cross-training for my yoga, I’m a lot more interested in what I can accomplish. He’s exactly what you want your trainer to look like: insanely fit with really, really low body fat. And hot. Did I mention hot? It’s ridiculous to even think about it since he’s my friend’s husband. But I can’t lie, getting to stare at him might take the edge off the pain.
And today, I pack up the kids to go to Philly tomorrow. I’m looking forward to seeing my folks. But honestly, I am really looking forward to next week. The kids go back to school and I can finally fall over on the couch like a puppet cut off the strings. OY.
Pretty sure this guy’s not batting for my team. But I think he’s made of awesomesauce anyway. Because he’s all chunky and covered with hair and actually just looks like a man. Don’t get me wrong, I love all the super-cut, oiled-up Ken dolls all over Tumblr these days with the highly-defined adonis-belt/eight-pack/serratus shreds and whatnot. That’s some sexy stuff. But I love a natural, ordinary-looking guy too. And I have to say it, since apparently no one else will: I like a hairy man. The hairier the better, really. Sure, it doesn’t look quite as aesthetic as a smooth man. But it feels so nice. Like the way a big dog does, or a teddy bear, only this is the best teddy bear in the whole world. I appreciate a smooth man with my eyes, but I appreciate a hairy man with the whole surface of my skin.
So thick hairy guys of the world, shine on! I love what you’re dishing out!
FINALLY!!!! Finally, one of these pics actually shows a broad variety. Of broads. LOL yes I said it. I love this pic. It’s beautiful and delicious. And the women are not photoshopped or overly dolled-up with the wacky drag-queen-style makeup that has become the vogue these days and they are not wearing foot-crushing heels. What a relief to see this natural beauty.
Of course… I can’t stop myself from mentioning that none of these gorgeous women are black or asian… but I guess baby steps are still great progress.
Last August, when I started this journey, I had a very particular body type and goal in mind. I wanted to look tall and lean, like all the models you see in ads and on TV. So I ran and cut calories to slim down, always wanting to be thinner. My body did change. I got skinny. I lived by the number on the scale. I lost twenty pounds and learned that I could exercise (and gained a good amount of confidence), but ended up looking differently than I had hoped for.
No matter what I did, I couldn’t change my skeletal make-up. No amount of exercise could change my height or the size of my pelvis or the width of my rib cage. It took me about seven months to realize this and come to terms with this fact. If I had kept up my previous exercise regimen, I would’ve never been satisfied with my body. The ideal image that I had in my head simply wasn’t possible! At a stocky 5’7”, I would never look like a naturally lean 6’3” Calvin Klein model.
Over the past nine weeks, I’ve had a real shift in my views on my own body. All of this lifting is making me bigger and wider, but it’s not bothering me in the slightest. I feel like my body is moving towards where it naturally wants to go. I’m meant to be short and stocky. I’m meant to be shaped like a (hot) mini-fridge. I’m meant to pick up heavy things and push them around.
How my body looks kind of feels secondary to what I’m doing in the gym. My waist size (as well as shoulders, arms, chest, and legs) has increased since I started lifting, but I feel more solid and more powerful. It doesn’t mean a thing to me anymore. I don’t care what the number says on the inside of my pants. What matters is that I can deadlift your weight with no problem. The confidence that I have gained from knowing that far outweighs any amount of confidence that I could have had from being “skinny.” I, of course, am not going to allow myself to get fat (because that would inhibit my lifting), but am going to base my happiness on how I feel rather than a set of meaningless numbers. Looking good is just a fun bonus to hitting the gym.
I love how my body is changing. I love how my mind is changing. I’m loving who and what I was always meant to be.
No one can take that away from me.
I just love everything about this post. I could never say it better myself. It’s not about how my body looks. It’s about what I can do with it.
Okay, if I’m honest, it IS a little bit about how my body looks, though. I’m not immune to my own inborn, biological desires to increase my own status. In the wild, higher-status primates have better odds of surviving and so do their children; it’s normal for humans to seek higher status. And for us, today, being thin, young and beautiful is the simplest way to instantly achieve higher status. That’s what women mean when they say, “I’m not dressing up for some man to stare at me; I’m wearing this dress and these heels for myself, because it makes me feel beautiful and powerful.” That is what it means to feel powerful because of an outfit. It means that you can feel how your status is increasing based on your ability to exceed standards associated with status.
Wow, this post turned super-nerdy in an instant, didn’t it? Anyway, uh, go follow mikeywantsitall! He’s fun.
This picture is fascinating! It’s exactly the right picture for all you fitspo fans to see. Look at these two girls. Which one is thinner? I’d have to go with the girl on the left overall. Her arms, her legs, her waist, these are all a bit slimmer or narrower than those of the girl on the right. Although Miss Right is also quite slender and has a lovely figure.
But Miss Right has a thigh gap, while Miss Left does not! Wait, what? Yeah, that’s right. The thinner girl has no thigh gap, because her narrower hips make it nearly impossible for her legs to not touch. Two beautiful women, only one thigh gap. Because genetics, well, it makes some things possible and other things impossible.
So quit it with the thigh gap stuff. Some people just don’t have them, and that is totally okay.
In the course of running this blog I come across so many blogs where people refer to bodies as PERFECT, TINY, PETITE, DELICATE, FRAGILE, DAINTY.
Ladies, girls, PLEASE these are words to describe china teacups not womens’ bodies.
We as women and girls have infinitely more depth of character than these few words can EVER do justice.
This is a photo of a beautiful proud woman. Just look at her, really look! How could anyone possibly sum her up in a few words or expect her to punish herself to fit such a narrow subset of words. Just like you whatever shape or size you happen to be this woman has an incredible capacity for strength and endurance. Her body, YOUR BODY, every person’s body is a marvel of nature so please honor it and nourish it and allow it to take you to your dreams.
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HELL YEAH!!!! Rock on with your bad, foxy self mama!!
After weight gain, ‘650-pound virgin’ back to the gym - TODAY Health.flv (by spurtikus1)
So I ran across this thing on YouTube which basically illustrates exactly what I was talking about in my previous post.
This guy lost hundreds of pounds and was publicly cheered for it. But he gained a ton of it back because he couldn’t adjust mentally. He did drugs and drank and ultimately ran back to the arms of food. (Does this seem familiar to anyone else here?) He has issues and he won’t make progress without dealing with them. Pretty much like anyone who has a more typical substance-abuse problem, I guess. You usually can’t just quit drinking; you gotta do rehab and therapy. Same with abusing food.
Ok people I need some honest opinions here. I started this blog after reading Ben Davis’ story of weight loss and his journey to strength. He is the whole reason I started to do life. If he lost weight. I could lose weight (shut up, I’m still working on it)
Now forgive me. But… is it just me or is Ben getting fat again?
Here’s the thing about Ben Davis, as far as I can make out. I mean, I haven’t tumblr-stalked him back to the first post. So maybe I missed it. But in my experience, and I have been working on it for more than 6 years, weight loss is really a mental game. I don’t mean that you lose weight via the power of your mind. Obviously not! But it’s more that if your mind is not on board for any reason, you won’t lose weight, or else you will re-gain it.
Ben has done an insane amount of exercise. But I’ve not noticed a whole heck of a lot of posts about the psychological work involved. Just at the top, there’s the part where one must dig deep to understand what drove the overweight process in the first place: why did you seek comfort/love/protection/whatever in the pantry? Then learning to heal those issues without recourse to food. Forgiving anybody who might have contributed to those issues. (Hello, Pa Davis.) Just these steps can block most people’s progress. But there’s plenty more. Mourning the old lifestyle that must remain dead forever. Mourning the old self and also forgiving the old self for everything. (That one’s a tough one, the forgiving.) Letting go of self-loathing so that all of your actions can now come from a place of self-love. Learning to actually see the new self, another very tough step. (I’m obviously working on this one myself right now.) Learning to understand and accept one’s new position in society. Accepting the way that one’s relationships with close family and friends may be impacted by all these changes. Working through any ambivalence or outright prejudices that one might be harboring about fatness or thin-ness. And of course on a technical level, one must learn how to eat for maintenance which is not a negligible challenge.
This is just what I can think of off the cuff right now. I’m sure there’s more. Particularly since I have not gotten all the way down the path myself, so there’s bound to be some things I have not even gotten a glimpse of yet.
Ben’s only human, and he’s young, too. Doing all this emotional work is extremely difficult and there’s really not a lot of good instruction on it out there. Believe me, I have been looking. I mean, there are a few books. But not much. And very few people have written memoirs detailing the psychological journey of weight loss. They really gloss it over. So the whole thing is quite isolating. It seems as though nobody can understand or relate to it at all. So it’s quite a challenge to get appropriate support, when you don’t need someone to say, “get your ass out there and run,” but rather you need someone to say, “what is really bothering you right now? You need to face it and release it.”
So that is my take on the Ben situation. My take is: it’s really not at all surprising he has gained some weight, because he still has a crap ton of personal work to dig through. Good luck, Mr. Davis! I’m rooting for you.
So here I am in my new OOTD from Ann Taylor LOFT: size Small black T-shirt (there is literally nothing as slimming, is there?) and size 4 denim skirt.
Also pictured: smooth hair from the hair salon. Enjoy that while it lasts because I never blow my hair out at home. The shoes are from Chaco and I love them to pieces. So comfortable. The mysterious poster behind me is an art project for yoga teacher training, depicting the 5 Koshas, the Chakras, a couple Nadis, the Doshas and the Gunas.
Here I am in size 4 shorts, also from LOFT:
It’s quite gratifying how this photo completely conceals my slightly jiggly inner thigh area! I feel that I ought to do a photo post about the reality of my thighs. Anyway, there it is, folks. I’m a smaller size than I ever even dreamed I could be now. I’m the same size as my mom, I think. And yet, I do still have an ass and a flubbery belly and thighs and the sad remains of bat-wings on my arms. This is reality. However, on the amazing success front, I will say that the whole neck/collarbone area really looks good! How about that?!
#flexibility #yoga - @mz_420- #webstagram
There it is, folks. Official proof that being voluptuous is NOT a barrier to achieving excellence. That lady right there is pretty full-figured. She’s got a belly and an epic badonkadonk and some thighs to match. But she is doing a damn fine Scorpion right there, much better than mine. (Okay, her arm/shoulder alignment is a little wacky. But never mind that right now.)
Seriously. Do you have pounds you want to lose? Fine, get after that. But don’t be trying to tell me that those pounds are somehow blocking you from achieving your dreams. Screw that noise. Look at this picture until you have absorbed the truth it reveals: you can do it. Right now. Yes you can.
And I am not saying that you should not try to lose weight. If you want to do that, go for it. But I assume you have dreams and ambitions other than fitting into skinny jeans, right? Well, don’t put them on hold just because you can’t yet shop at Hollister. Get off your ass and do what you have to do to make your real dreams start to come true. Do it right now! This lady in Scorpion Pose says that it’s possible.
P.S. If for some reason I am mis-reading the cues and that is actually a dude with an epic badonkadonk, then please accept my cis-gendered apologies.
Women need iron. Not the vitamin. The barbell.
We are trained by the world around us to have fucked up ideas about our bodies; iron unfucks them.
We are supposed to be as thin as possible, as small as possible, perhaps until we disappear; iron teaches us to take up space.
We are taught that the only good direction for the scale to go is down, and to agonize ritualistically when it goes up. Iron teaches us the power of gaining weight for strength and gives us another weight to care about – the weight we are lifting.
We are taught to eat small amounts daintily and treat food as sin and pleasure. Iron teaches us to eat heartily, to see food as fuel for life, and to seek out nutritious food rather than avoiding sinful food.
We are taught to think of our bodies as decorative, an object to be looked at; iron teaches us to think of our bodies as functional, our own active selves, not passive objects for another’s regard.
Whole industries exist to profit by removing from us our confidence and selling it back as external objects. Iron gives us confidence from within through progressive training and measurable achievements.
We are taught to be gentle and hide our strength or even to cultivate charming physical weakness until we start to believe our bodies are weak. Iron teaches us how strong we can be.
Oh I just love this post. I love everything about it.
I’m not entirely sure what I stand for anymore. I do believe firmly that all people deserve to have body peace and not hate themselves at any shape or size. Sometimes that really does seem impossible though, although there are a lot of blogs on tumblr who I admire because they seem capable of…
this is what i have been struggling with too lately! these exact thoughts have been going through my head. is it so wrong that i want to tone myself up, even though i’m supposed to love my body no matter what? i don’t think it’s wrong either, as long as you have a healthy mindset and a truly positive attitude.
I definitely believe that you can love yourself and have a healthy mindset, yet still have a desire to improve yourself in some way. I think of it as mother love. Your mother loves you, right? (I certainly imagine so.) But this doesn’t mean that she will let you live in filth and do nothing all day while sponging off her for all eternity, does it? No, she loves you and she fully expects you to get an education of some sort, which you will use to get a job and maybe even a whole career, maybe get a spouse or maybe even have some children of your own some day. She loves you and that love includes expecting and even praying that you will continue to grow and change.
So, when it comes to more personal issues like body acceptance, I just cut out the extra step. I am the mother here. I love myself and I accept myself the way I am, with my droopy soft belly and inner thighs, my continuing breakouts that nothing will fix so far, my uncooperative hair, my thick, 80’s-style eyebrows, my poor boobs that will never be up high without significant help again. I love myself even though I am imperfect. I love myself with the full understanding that I will always be imperfect!
But this love does not mean that I have no plans for improvement. As you all know already, I have plenty of plans and dreams for my body and my whole self. But I have those plans and dreams because I love myself, not because of any feeling that I am not good enough right now. I am good enough right now. I love myself right now, the way I am. I’m happy with myself and with my life right now. I want to attempt to improve myself and achieve even more amazing stuff because it is just plain fun.