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Mirror, mirror on the wall

6 Jun

“She has big boobs.”

Say what???

Let me backtrack a little here.

The other day I went along with my son and his girlfriend to see the premiere of the last installment of X-Men (which BTW, was outstanding). The kids went earlier (to catch good seats), leaving my ticket at the customer service.

I guess the lady at the register asked them my name and how I look. My son said, “Her name is Cami and she’s short, dark hair,” then stopped.

To which his girlfriend added and I quote, “And she has big boobs.”

I know all of this because they told me when I got inside the theater.

I laughed. Mind you I don’t have big boobs (just awesome bras, and no they’re not Victoria Secrets), but it also got me thinking: how do people perceive you? Is it the same way you perceive yourself? So I did a little research:

I found out that faculty in our school have a nickname for me (The Great Wall), which obviously has nothing to do with my 5”1’ height but with the fact that I guard our director’s office like a  . . . wall. I take it as a compliment 😉

I see myself pretty much the same way as my friends . . .  short, friendly, loyal, creative, caring, sassy, stubborn, grudge holder. Teresa, my BFF calls me her Rottweiler.

My husband sees me  . . . (I did get him this present from one of my trips to New York; it hangs in his garage as a “friendly” reminder).

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My son sees me . . .

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My boss sees me . . .

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Bottom line is that each individual I come in contact will perceive me in a certain way. And I’m okay with that.

How do you perceive yourself? How do the people around you perceive you? Do you care about their opinion?

Open Letter of Apology to my Body

14 Oct

Dear Body,

I’m sorry.

I’m sorry I’ve neglected you. I’ve abused you feeding you junk food. For the past year I’ve replaced daily workouts with daily splurges. Instead of running I sat at the computer. Instead of hitting the gym I hit rock bottom giving up on myself.

I ate candies and gummy bears and ice cream. I delved in burgers and French fries and pastries. Who cared that they creped up on me, pound after pound—I didn’t. I told myself after I turned 40 that it didn’t matter—I should finally indulge in those things I craved. And indulge I did. Eleven pounds later I hated looking in the mirror.

But no more.

I’m done.

Cleaned up my pantry and started working out. In moderation, which is something I have to teach myself how to do it. Take long walks. Starting two weeks ago my boss and I challenged ourselves to take the stairs (our office is on 7th floor) twice a day. We write down how long it takes us to come up. In a month we’ll raise the bar to 3 times a day.

Today was a good day. I treated myself to a coffee by walking to the Starbucks near my house, which is not quite near (1.8mi away). An hour later, my walk tracker recorded 3.6mi.

Numbers isn’t the reason why I do this, but because it finally hit me that if I give up on you, you will eventually give up on me. And you and I have to be BFFs forever, not enemies. I’ll give you healthy food, plenty rest and exercise, knowing you’ll burst with energy and fit in my clothes again.

Deal?