Operation Big Butt – Day 5: Back to Work
Booyah!
Just got in from doing 1.6 miles and 35 minutes on the treadmill - can you say “burn, booty, burn?” I am SO proud of myself!
This was not a bad day, not a bad day at all. I awoke to my normal bowl of Bran Flakes, and headed off to work singing a song. Can’t remember which one.
I haven’t been in the office since my little odyssey started, because of Thanksgiving holiday, and it was great to be back out and about. For lunch I had lots of chicken (of the Chinese variety), salad and fruit.
My major lesson for today – you must, must , must ignore what other people think about your looks, your weight, etc. Early this morning, as I was leaving the house, my mother says to me, “Pat, I’m worried about you. You’re bigger than I’ve ever seen you.”
When I said, “But Mema (that’s what I call my Mom – tee hee), I’ve been at least 40 pounds bigger than this”, and stood up and showed her my profile to somehow prove it, she looked me over and said, “well I don’t think you lost it, I think it’s all hiding behind your stomach.” Sigh.
So, my body image dessimated, I get in the car and drive down to the office, and on my way off the elevator, I hear, “Pat, oh..my.. GAWD, what are you doing with yourself, you look FABULOUS!”
Ditzy co-worker. “Uh, nothing – I colored my hair, do you like it?”
“Your hair is great, but it looks like you’ve lost half your body weight – what have you been doing?”
“Eating everything that crosses my path…”
“Well keep it up, whatever it is, you look great!”
This same co-worker approaches me at least once a week to marvel over my beauty and svelt, statuesque frame, normally right before she asks me for a favor. I might be wrong, but I think I saw a crack vial fall out of her purse in a bathroom stall once. I dunno, could have been lipstick too, I guess.
But the point is – I got two diametrically opposed opinions of what I look like right now, and if I wasn’t such a strong-minded, evolved chick, I would be in danger of a) letting my mothers diabolical remarks derail my progress, or b) falling for my co-workers obvious attempts at butt kissing, by saying “the heck with it, I’m fine like I am”, and sealing the deal with a Rueben sandwich and some fries from our corporate cafe. Hmmmm….Ruebens.
But I choose c) stay on task and ignore every voice but the one inside my head that tells me I can be better. The truth of the matter is, I’m actually somewhere in between, “Oh..my..GAWD”, and “OH MY GOD!”, when what I really want to be is “Good god, girl!”
Tip of the day: I HIGHLY recommend taking a daily women’s multi-vitamin. At the advice of a good friend, I started taking Women’s One-a-Day in the orange box about two months ago. I was concerned that I was too fatigued, and I told her so. I was certain that even if I had had someone to put it on like a porno star, I would have been hard pressed to do so. A mere couple of months later, I feel rejuvenated, I have a much clearer head, and I have all the energy in the world for the sex I’m not getting. Vitamins rock!
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