There is a woman who belongs to my gym/club that has a super rockin’ body. Whenever she is in front of me on any apparatus in the large cardio room then I am guaranteed to watch her for a bit. My eyes gravitate towards her. And don’t lie to yourself (or me) and tell me you don’t watch some of the other chicks too, because I know you do.
Anyway, she has curves in all the right places, lots of muscles that are toned but not overly so and awesome hair and skin.
Can you tell that I have eyed her a few times? Can you also tell I wish I looked like her?
I described her to Tim one day and he was quite sure he knew who I was talking about. And we agreed that she is pretty smokin’ and well, yeah, who WOULDN’T check her out?!? (somebody without eyes, that’s who). He also looked at me and said, “you know Elaine, guys (and girls) are checking you out too”.
“You lie,” I said.
“No I don’t,” he said.
He went on to talk about some of my nice featureS that he really likes (yes, I capitalized that S on purpose) while simultaneously sporting a look on his face that almost convinced me he meant it. And he said that whether I wanted to believe it or not someone was thinking I looked pretty damn good too.
Now we know I have issues with my body since gaining some weight back. I just do.
I was so proud when I had lost that 30 pounds and now most of it is back.
But I look in the mirror and I still see ME.
Right now I have a pretty good tan from the summer and I’ve been lifting weights so my arms look somewhat muscular (although I cannot get rid of the bat wings no matter how hard I try).
But in general my body is not what I want it to be right now. I want and need some of this extra weight gone again.
I am trying to get to the point where I will actually do something about it, mostly in my head…
It felt good to run on the treadmill again. I went farther than I thought I could. There was a woman next to me that was bigger than me running at her own pace.
As I ran I wondered what her own goals were, like the one I have set – to run the local 10K again this November.
I wondered if maybe, just *maybe*, she might be a tad bit envious of my body. Or if she was completely comfortable with hers and just ran because she could.
No matter her specific thoughts, I do believe that someone around there probably wishes they did have my figure, or even just one aspect of it. Maybe someone glanced at my breasts and wished they had a set like mine. Or perhaps they noticed my ample bootie, thinking “if only” theirs wasn’t so flat. Or perhaps they even liked my shoulders as compared to their own.
I also know that even that hot chick on the stair stepper has her own insecurities but I’m not sure what they could be. Perhaps her dark, long nose hairs?
Yeah, I’m going with that.
In the end, I do believe my husband. And maybe I’ll just take him to the gym with me from now on to make sure that what he says is definitely true… 😉