I’m going to admit to something shocking. I look at other people’s bodies. Yes, I do. And what’s more, I compare my body to theirs and think about how closely my body resembles theirs. I do this a lot at the YMCA when I’m working out and some young cutie in a skin-tight pair of yoga pants is holding a pyramid pose in a perfectly straight line without a bead of sweat trickling down her cheek, and I’m hunched over, back rounded, knees slightly bent (okay, knees very bent), and I’m struggling not to wheeze audibly.
Lest you pretend to be outraged by my behavior, be honest with yourself and admit that you do it once in awhile, too. You look at someone in the mall who, judging from their vastly protruding belly, hasn’t eaten a healthy meal in years, and you vow to get back on that treadmill or stay away from dessert for awhile. Or you look at that person with the smooth waistline and tell yourself that you want that body and you’re determined to work at it to get there and nothing’s going to get in the way of you looking good in your swimsuit this summer. I told myself that yesterday morning at the gym. Then I went home and made oatmeal raisin cookies. A lot of them.
I have been trying, though. So much, in fact, that I’ve recently been featured in a health magazine. Eat your hearts out.