So I saw an ad on my facebook page...and it said that scientists say you should blame any discomfort you feel from wearing high heels on your rigid tendons. I'm sorry but it is not your foot's fault that it isn't meant to have the heel 4 inches higher than your toes.
This in turn got me thinking about other things people blame and hate their body for. Fat being one of the big ones. Honestly I've had issues with my body for a long time. Mostly all of it's in my head because my body...heck everyone's body is an awesome piece of work. It puts up with you when you call it dirty names and starve it. And it allows you to move and feel! It is a complicated piece of equipment (a not so apt description but it works sort of)! You wouldn't treat a $15,000 sewing machine the way you do your body. You wouldn't treat a power tool the way you do your body. Heck you wouldn't treat a dog they way you do your body!
So stop blaming it if it's not a size 10/12/whatever. Stop blaming it if your feet hurt after you wear high heels for three hours. Stop blaming it for it's blemishes and aches, because that's all part of the package. Love your body, pamper it every once in a while. If your body hurts, stop and rest or go take a bubble bath! Or if you have the money for it get a massage! Your body is irreplaceable take care of it and you'll feel so much better!
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Monday, July 19, 2010
HAPPY MONDAY!
So this is the first time in a very very long time...possibly the very first time ever for me. I actually had a really good Monday. Normally I'm grouchy and lethargic, not that I'm not lethargic every other day of the week but, today I was perky and awake and very happy. There are several reasons for this.
1. My boyfriend finally got his tickets for his transfer, and as of August 3rd he will be in California instead of South Korea. This means that if he feels comfortable enough with how he settles in there I may be driving out to see him. It's cheaper for me to drive than fly because of the location of his brother and his brother's wife who happens to be my best friend, right around Salt Lake City which means I can stop at their house for the night instead of getting a hotel room.
2. For the first time in a long time I woke up and went through my day with very little knee/lower leg pain. Now the reason for this pain is that I have/had an enflamed knee. Meaning the muscles around my knee cap swelled up with overuse causing the muscles down the front of my leg to tighten and hurt. I didn't take any Ibuprofen today to deal with the swelling. I didn't put any ice on it, and I've felt really good all day. There was a twinge or two through out the day but nothing like what's been happening regularly since the beginning of April. Now that the day is almost over and I went to work and cleaned (highly physically intensive work being a janitor) it's starting to hurt a tiny bit and I can feel that pulling sensation along the front of my calf. So I'll probably ice it and take some iburprofen before bed.
Now some of you may have read that I've had knee problems in the past. And the reason for my long recovery from this issue is that I haven't been doing my exercises as religiously as I should have been. But after the 4th of July I started doing them much more religiously.
But yes happy Monday my dears! May you all find something to smile about! (And yes I realize it's technically Tuesday when I post this, I'm up a wee bit late)
1. My boyfriend finally got his tickets for his transfer, and as of August 3rd he will be in California instead of South Korea. This means that if he feels comfortable enough with how he settles in there I may be driving out to see him. It's cheaper for me to drive than fly because of the location of his brother and his brother's wife who happens to be my best friend, right around Salt Lake City which means I can stop at their house for the night instead of getting a hotel room.
2. For the first time in a long time I woke up and went through my day with very little knee/lower leg pain. Now the reason for this pain is that I have/had an enflamed knee. Meaning the muscles around my knee cap swelled up with overuse causing the muscles down the front of my leg to tighten and hurt. I didn't take any Ibuprofen today to deal with the swelling. I didn't put any ice on it, and I've felt really good all day. There was a twinge or two through out the day but nothing like what's been happening regularly since the beginning of April. Now that the day is almost over and I went to work and cleaned (highly physically intensive work being a janitor) it's starting to hurt a tiny bit and I can feel that pulling sensation along the front of my calf. So I'll probably ice it and take some iburprofen before bed.
Now some of you may have read that I've had knee problems in the past. And the reason for my long recovery from this issue is that I haven't been doing my exercises as religiously as I should have been. But after the 4th of July I started doing them much more religiously.
But yes happy Monday my dears! May you all find something to smile about! (And yes I realize it's technically Tuesday when I post this, I'm up a wee bit late)
Friday, July 16, 2010
Recent Thoughts
Before I actually get into this whole post, I'd like to say hi and thank you to the three people following this blog...and sleepydumpling because she's reads it too! ^_^ Because you don't know how good it makes me feel that what I'm writing isn't just going out there and disappearing.
Anyway recently a link from Fat Heffalump's Facebook Page there was a link to another page pointing out a rather fabulous blog post, here. And this blog post has me thinking about a few things. How women define themselves by how fat or thin they are. How they ignore other aspects of themselves if they think they have 10/100 lbs to lose. These aspects include, sense of humor, smile, and intellect. Things that make us who we are in so many more ways than fat does.
This in turn has me thinking about something that occurred several months ago on campus. I met up with someone I had Ancient Rome with outside of class. He offered to walk me to my car and we walked and talked and when we got to my car we talked some more. He's a really nice guy by the way. Anyway he blurts out, "I can't believe you're not married! You have such a great personality!" And this made me step back a little. Because a little voice inside my head went, "My personality is more important than my weight?" I squashed that bug hard, because even then I knew my personality was more important than my weight, but I still had/have that voice of society embedded in my head telling me that the only important feature about me was my body. So I responded that most people can't get past the weight to see the personality. And he replied that that was complete bull because the personality is more important than looks.
And I honestly probably would have ended up dating this guy if I wasn't already with someone else. But what he said really made part of that voice of society go silent. Because hey, someone thought I was worth their time because I had a great personality!
So the whole point of this post was me kinda looking back, at mostly my college career, and remembering. Remembering when I'm standing in line to sell books back right in front of the stairs to the dorms I get disgusted looks from girls walking through. Remembering that guy who walked me to my car. Remembering...just remembering all those moments that were fat positive and ones that were fat negative, and even just happy moments and sad moments when someone was nice to me.
Anyway recently a link from Fat Heffalump's Facebook Page there was a link to another page pointing out a rather fabulous blog post, here. And this blog post has me thinking about a few things. How women define themselves by how fat or thin they are. How they ignore other aspects of themselves if they think they have 10/100 lbs to lose. These aspects include, sense of humor, smile, and intellect. Things that make us who we are in so many more ways than fat does.
This in turn has me thinking about something that occurred several months ago on campus. I met up with someone I had Ancient Rome with outside of class. He offered to walk me to my car and we walked and talked and when we got to my car we talked some more. He's a really nice guy by the way. Anyway he blurts out, "I can't believe you're not married! You have such a great personality!" And this made me step back a little. Because a little voice inside my head went, "My personality is more important than my weight?" I squashed that bug hard, because even then I knew my personality was more important than my weight, but I still had/have that voice of society embedded in my head telling me that the only important feature about me was my body. So I responded that most people can't get past the weight to see the personality. And he replied that that was complete bull because the personality is more important than looks.
And I honestly probably would have ended up dating this guy if I wasn't already with someone else. But what he said really made part of that voice of society go silent. Because hey, someone thought I was worth their time because I had a great personality!
So the whole point of this post was me kinda looking back, at mostly my college career, and remembering. Remembering when I'm standing in line to sell books back right in front of the stairs to the dorms I get disgusted looks from girls walking through. Remembering that guy who walked me to my car. Remembering...just remembering all those moments that were fat positive and ones that were fat negative, and even just happy moments and sad moments when someone was nice to me.
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