another doo dad on perspectives....

 Gosh dang it....I have tried to write this blog for a couple of weeks now...trying to write something in a way that doesn't make me sound like a total asshole or like I am bragging...

It's just a thing.

So, perspective...I gotz me some issues regarding my body...you know this already.  

A while back, I went on a short little girls trip to Pagosa Springs with 3 friends. Being in a swim suit is a mess for me....but whatever...SO I am with my lovely friends...these ladies are beautiful, inside and out. I get into my usual bullshit self hating thing...hiding as well as I can as I usually do. Then we start talking about leg pain and hamstring issues....so I show the ladies a couple of mobility things I have learned over the years.

To my shock...one of my friends says, "damn, look at your legs, I wish I had your legs."  I think I froze, I may have actually looked behind me to see who she was talking to.  Me?  The chubby one of the group?

Huh....but I looked at my legs and realized the movement I was doing was really challenging...so I took the compliment.  I took that bitch.

😆

About a week later, we had a new client come in the office and I was wrapping up some paperwork for her...well, she's a personal trainer and I was asking her about her work and her focus.  I made some sort of comment and she said..."oh no, I can tell you are strong...I wish I was built like you." 

Again...Is she talking to someone behind me?  I think I said something like...Really?  Then we laughed about how we all want something that we think someone else has and we miss the gifts sitting right in our laps.

These were lovely lessons.

And oh...I hired another coach.

A nutrition coach....but not like you may think.  Someone who focuses on destroying "diet culture" and the damage left.

I know for those of you that have tagged along with me a while, you know I have done quite a few of the "extreme" ways of eating...but this shit moves deeper...I am hoping this is work I can do to keep healing the broken little bits.  

Oh...and speaking of...did you know that a disco ball is made of hundreds of broken pieces of glass....so maybe we aren't broken, we are perhaps disco balls.