The Spice Girls. A DJ in an inflatable octopus. Models springing forth from their advertisements.
I missed watching the opening ceremony of the Olympics while driving in almost 5 hours of traffic to a wonderful Rocky Horror production. The closing ceremony more than made up for it. I have been watching the U.S. team compete the last week or so: at my parents’ house, at a restaurant, at a hunting lodge… I admit, somewhat obsessively. I am captivated by the spirit and physical feats in each sport, particularly running and gymnastics; I am always inspired to re-focus on fitness.
I have been struggling to accept the weight I have gained the past 3 months. Since high school, excluding freshman year of college, I was at 120 pounds. Unrealistically I thought that had to be my “natural” weight, because after all, I had little to no fat and that was what healthy was really about. Right?
Wrong. I feel this video by Laci Green captures the perspective I am learning to understand and feel. Fat is not a sole indication of being healthy, nor is being thin. I realized I was feeling ashamed about gaining weight because I thought my friends and family would start thinking I was lazy. Also I was insecure that weight was a direct correlation to how pretty I could be.