There's no jiggle!

I should be heading to bed.  Our Step Out walk is in the morning, bright and early.  But I just can't bring myself to sleep!  So I'm going to blog instead.  Maybe that'll relax me enough that I can go to bed....

I forced myself to go to the gym today.  I'm really good at making excuses to not go.  Some of my excuses are actually valid.  Others, maybe not so much.  I've been dealing with foot issues for a while now.  I have patches of eczema on my feet.  They've been there for over a year and I just can't get them to go away.  The skin on these patches gets dry and then it cracks open and I walk around with open sores on my feet.  It's awful.  And it keeps me from exercising a lot of the time.  I finally found a doctor who seems to know how to get the patches to go away and my feet are finally healing.  But I still find excuses.  I need to stop making excuses and just go.  So tonight, I went.  And I walked for 2 miles around the track.  It actually felt good!  Now if I can just keep it up....

One of my favorite things about going to the gym....I love people-watching!  Seriously, it's one of my favorite things to do.  And the gym is the best place for people-watching.  There's such variety!  The beefy meat-heads who grunt while pushing up weights.  The young, single women who think if they just lose 5 lbs, they'll find someone to fall madly in love with.  The skinny little men who just want to put on a little muscle.  Runners, tennis-players, swimmers, old, young, social butterflies and the socially-inept.  All in the same place!  And you know what they all have in common?  Insecurities.  Seriously, it's incredible to me that people are so uncomfortable in their own skin!  The men and women both, although the women seem to have it a little worse.  I've seen women at the gym who look like they don't have an ounce of fat on them.  They're on the treadmills, ellipticals, bikes, running around the tracks.  All the while, they're pulling at their clothing, shifting things around, dressing just so because they don't want anyone to notice their jiggle!  Everyone jiggles.  It's a fact of life.  And if you have any parts that don't jiggle, then they're probably not real.  I know I've blogged about this before...the teeny tiny woman with enormous boobs.  There's no jiggle to her boobs!  They aren't real.  Several thousand dollars spent on her boobs that don't jiggle and you know what?  She's still insecure!  Every time I see her, I notice how she's dressed.  Always wearing bike shorts.  Skin tight.  And always wearing a top that looks like it's painted over her boobs, but is loose around her tummy.  You know why?  Because she's had a baby.  And all women who've had babies have a little extra skin to deal with.  So she's insecure.  My point in all this?  Why do we do this to ourselves?  We nit-pick at our flaws.  A tummy that jiggles, boobs that are too small/too big, a nose we don't like, eyes that aren't the right color, hair that doesn't sparkle and shine like the commercials tells us it should.  We pick ourselves apart and then forget how to put ourselves back together again.  We try to hide our jiggle.  Oh, how I wish we could all just embrace that jiggle and realize that all those flaws are what make us unique.  They make us real!  Love your jiggle!  Seriously, I have it on very good authority that it's what the men like about us most anyway!


Off to bed so I can walk 5k tomorrow!