This one surprised me. She says:
Choose 5 things that you actually like about your body right now.
And my response:
Yep. Only in the year 2010 can six little letters mean so much.
I've been pondering this list of 5 things all day and I still can't think of anything. I mean, okay, there are a couple things, which I'll share, but they aren't anything good, per se.
Oh. And there's this other thing I like, but it's not really a body thing is it?
Let me tell you and you decide.
These are in no particular order either.
1. I'm not hairy.
what. if you're a girl you understand and appreciate this. also. the hair i have on my arms and legs is blond. so you can't see it well. awesome.
see? are they a body part, really? i mean, yeah, they are, but really they're a face part. and, yes, face part is a word. or phrase. whatever. i used to think my eyes were something special because they can look green or blue. but. lots of people have eyes like this so i'm really just one of millions. or zillions. hey! i don't need glasses, so that's cool, right? dang. now that i said that, i prolly will need them. <--- i only know of one type of karma: bad.
3. My uterus.
what?! i know. gross, right? but think about it, the uterus is pretty damn amazing. i'm proud that mine housed 2 children even if they were hell bent on getting out and came early to do so. and. it's totally a body part.
4. Um. Oh! My fingernails...?
they grow good. or is it well?
5. My hands.
they're strong. and gentle. an not overly wrinkled yet.
Seriously? I know this is a problem. This "not having anything I like about my body" thing. But, sadly, it's true.
Even parts that aren't affected by weight still aren't anything I would like.
Feet? No. Second toe is longer than the first. Weird.
Ankles? More like cankles. Even when I'm thin.
Boobs? Nonexistent when I'm thin.
Hair? Stringy and fine.
On the up side, there are parts of my personality that I like...!
Crap. I just looked at this list and I'm thinking it would make a great personal ad.
Last week I was down .9 lbs. Woo-freakin-hoo.
I know. I know!
It's a slow process. It's not a sprint, it's a marathon. Whatev.
My small victory was going to Applebees with the girls and ordering a salad. Granted. It wasn't necessarily a healthy salad, but dammit, it had lettuce in it. And I didn't have the ribs which I really, really wanted. So there.