I feel it...

[lithera]

Hrrrrrm.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yUTJQIBI1oA

But while I can agree all I want, sitting here in my living room on my own, it is hard to change my mindset.

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[lysistratah.livejournal.com]

Of all things, the British version of "What Not To Wear" convinced me of much the same set of sentiments a few years back. I fought like crazy to get down to my goal weight, but kept plateauing no matter how much I exercised or how much I watched my calories. It was driving me nuts - very anti-motivational.

Then they did several episodes about women who wouldn't dress for the body they had instead of the body they wanted. The before pictures were, as always, AWFUL. The after ones... damn. Those women looked GOOD. They looked better than me, and they weighed a lot more.

The WNTW women cruelly threw away all of the "fat clothes" these women owned, plus all the "motivational clothes" they had to allegedly make them want to lose weight. Dress for the body you have. Today. If you loose a couple stones of weight, dress for that body, then.

So I paid attention. No more tapered trousers. Boot cut or flares for me (obvious to some, but I was raised by SF fans - these are not people known for thier fashion sense.) No more baggy shirts. Snug without being skintight was shockingly more flattering. The list goes on and on, but the point is that people assumed I'd lost between 15 - 20 pounds when all I did was update my wardrobe. I suddenly looked a ton better and therefore felt a lot better about myself.

Now, I have my line I won't cross, but I don't stress about getting down to what has been designated as my ideal weight. As long as I can run around playing laser tag, DDR, and give tennis a try this summer, then I'm a happy camper. If I lose that, then I'll have cause to worry.

[torquemada.livejournal.com]

Oh, honey. You're beautiful, and some people not only think so despite how fat you may be but barely notice it because of how awesome you are. And you can be amazingly single-minded. You can do whatever you want to. I know (believe me, I know) that fatness, in particular, is a hard thing to get right with, or work on. Especially alone.

I would be delighted to discuss coping with fatness with you -- trust me, I've got my share of both fatness and trying to cope with it. I'd also be delighted to help discuss options for doing something about it; I'm planning to install a recumbent exercise bike in my living room where I'll have to use it, for my own sake, but I'd also be up for things like getting together to work out or even just walk a mile or two around the neighbourhood once a week. Not that you seem to be particularly out of shape. But if I can help... I will. Just say the word.

[lithera.livejournal.com]

I can be amazingly single-minded about pretty much everything but this. Ugh, it is rough. And part of it is, that for the most part, most people I know aren't really get outside and do things people. Not that I'm blaming anyone but I do need to get out and just do more stuff. I sort of want to play tennis but I'm really, really bad at it. So... I don't know.

I was thinking of maybe getting some rollerblades and going around Greenlake or something. I need a new iPod but I also need to get the computer with the music on it fixed so I can put things ON the new iPod. Eventually.

Bleh.

[torquemada.livejournal.com]

God, I would LOVE to get outside and do things. It's been years. Trying to get September out of the house, not to mention out from under her laptop, was impossible. I'm sick of always been cooped up indoors, and I need to get more air and sunshine. Need.

I would be up for trying to learn to play tennis. Seriously. I'm also still thinking about trying to find a cheap used road bike that'd get me on the road. If you get the rollerblades, I can see about getting the bike (and a bike mount for the roof rack), and then we'd have company.

[seanb.livejournal.com]

What was our excuse for not going swimming?

[lithera.livejournal.com]

I really don't know.

Potentially my fear of being seen in in a bathing suit which I currently completely lack. Or at least I have no idea where is. Or, you know, it could have just been slack.