It seems that when you have a blog about weight-loss it is bound to be stuffed with angst and venomous body image. I have never read one where the author happily discusses her cellulite and jiggles. Oh, there was that one but then she was murdered by the rest of us…..That said, it’s not as if I live off of Kraft dinner, hide out in my basement with all the friendly earwigs, avoiding daylight & camis. Not anymore, at least. No, I have moved into Denial – it is way happier here! Denial encouraged me to buy all my new clothing one size up -I am swimming in delusion skinny jeans these days. Denial also helped me replace all of our full-length mirrors with this:
Denial believes that oreos are as wholesome as carrots, exercise hurts butterflies and that cellulite is actually caused by the oranges it resembles.
Denial told me that training for a 5km would take too much time away from kids, and that without parental supervision they were bound to get caught up in all the drugs and hookering going around. As if I’d want that to happen, right??Still, I decided to put together a list of stuff about my body that doesn’t make me regret not spreading that rumour that I am addicted to eating teddy bears. At least then, I would be eccentric, y’know – rather than just an Oreo-eating chub-chub:
- My green eyes
- My freckles, mainly because just saying the word makes me sound like a ten-year old
- My last name O’Connor (which technically isn’t a physical feature but I just really like the way it emphasizes my green eyes and freckles)
- I like the way my small waist keeps gently reminding me that the rest of my body used to be in proportion to the size of it
- But mainly I like the way my mouth smiles whenever I hear this song:
http://youtu.be/MeW0Sl0tNS8
June 8, 2011
Aww! Love this! And you’re gorj! Sorry I missed seeing you in person. We could have jiggled together or something! I love some good healthy denial too, btw. It lead ME to buy my first pair of skinny denim capris just yesterday! Eek!
June 8, 2011
Love it!
You always make me smile.
June 8, 2011
As a daily cookies-before-bed eating chub-chub, I too have forsaken the training in favour of protecting my impressionable teens from the dangers of drugs and hookering. Where else can this important parental task be accomplished than from… you, know… the couch while eating an ice cream cone or three… and watching the butterflies?