"I resolve to lose weight in 2012."
One big, fat cliche, I know. But the truth is, I've been unhappy with my body for a while. I remember when I was in high school I used to think that I was so fat. I would stand in front of the mirror and pick apart each and every part of my body. Now when I look at pictures of myself from back then I want to slap that wicked teenager because good Lord, my body was fantastic. I had a completely flat stomach with visable abs thanks to volleyball and track. My arms were toned and had no jiggle at all. And my legs....oh my legs. For only being 5'4", my legs are actually quite long. And when they are in good shape, they go on forever. Being a good Latina, three things on me have more than average volume - bust, ass and hair. I hated all three in high school. I was so self-concious of my boobs and booty that I never appreciated them. And now, years later, I would kill to see them in their former glory. My hair I've come to appreciate and realize how lucky I am to have it but the other two...well they've just sort of...shifted. Sure, some of it's just because I'm getting old but that's little comfort when I stand in front of my full-length mirror when getting ready in the morning. And it's even less comfort when I'm in yoga class taught by a woman who has a good 20 years on me and she looks like Jillian Michaels.
So, I decided that this will be the year that I no longer stand in front of that mirror feeling blue. I don't want to feel frustrated getting dressed anymore. I don't want to stare at my skinny jeans in the closet and know that they would look cute with my new boots except for the fact that they won't squeak over my hips. I want a flat stomach again. I want toned legs and arms again. I want to look in the mirror and think "Hot damn!" not "Ehhh, that'll do".
So there it is - the ugly truth. I didn't want to write about this at all but I think putting it out there will help keep me accountable. At least that's my hope. So there could a whole lotta fitness talk all up in this blog - consider yourself warned.