Last night I could feel the twinges of a cramp wanting to start, but it didn't. Hopefully, this latest bout of it is over.
I tried a pancake recipe my instructor shared. 1 mashed banana, 2 eggs. That's all. It's really not bad.
On the silencing Sue Ellen Front. I feel like my pants are tighter in the hips. Okay. am I still beautiful? Yes. Do I need to worry about this? (my heart says YES!!! time to panic!!!!). NO. I am just fine as I am--even if I go up three sizes (eeep! is that really okay?)--I am just as worthy as before. I will read the blogs I like and also search out ideas about combating perfectionism. Odd that perfectionism could be at the root of my problem, but I suspect that it is. I think my day dreams about having a perfect bikini body are short circuiting the reality of having a nice healthy body. Like every other imperfect endeavor of my life---art, harp, wife, mom, friend, writer etc, I can go quite far if I just do what I can each day. So I'm going to go to the kitchen now at work and do the shredding I need to do and munch on the veggies as I do.
Breakfast: banana "pancake" recipe, glass of milk.
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