Recently, in an attempt to find inspiration for getting fit and sexy, I scrounged around for my body peg. I needed a goal, a visual "finish line" that could inspire me, compel me to stick to a sensible diet, and get me out of the door and to the gym. I was initially going through magazines and surfing the net for inspiration, until I realized that I was doing it all wrong.
Here is my realistic assessment: I could never be as svelte and stretched as a Brazilian import; I was naturally pint-sized, hanging on to 5ft-flat by a thread. I could never be waif-thin like chinita princesses; my full curves have always hung around, regardless of how much I weighed. I could never really be called petite (like, EVER); my full hips, thunder thighs, and womanly curves were always naturally KSP and papansin. Argh.
I realized I needed a doable peg—a real, unique, (hopefully) achievable one. I needed an actual peg of myself.
So, I rummaged through my things, unearthed my "skinny" pic, and nearly died. Waaaaah! Kalerkaaaaah! Well, more like kaiyaaaaak!
Well, "skinny" is pushing it. After all, I was never actually skinny-skinny. But once upon a time, I was toned, I had a flat(ter) tummy, and I had the gall...er, confidence...to walk around Boracay in an itsy-bitsy bikini without feeling the need to scramble for a cover-up. Ironically, during that once-upon-a-time, I thought I was fat.
Here is my realistic assessment: I could never be as svelte and stretched as a Brazilian import; I was naturally pint-sized, hanging on to 5ft-flat by a thread. I could never be waif-thin like chinita princesses; my full curves have always hung around, regardless of how much I weighed. I could never really be called petite (like, EVER); my full hips, thunder thighs, and womanly curves were always naturally KSP and papansin. Argh.
I realized I needed a doable peg—a real, unique, (hopefully) achievable one. I needed an actual peg of myself.
So, I rummaged through my things, unearthed my "skinny" pic, and nearly died. Waaaaah! Kalerkaaaaah! Well, more like kaiyaaaaak!
Well, "skinny" is pushing it. After all, I was never actually skinny-skinny. But once upon a time, I was toned, I had a flat(ter) tummy, and I had the gall...er, confidence...to walk around Boracay in an itsy-bitsy bikini without feeling the need to scramble for a cover-up. Ironically, during that once-upon-a-time, I thought I was fat.
Once upon a time, at a weight so far, faraway...
I wonder if I'll ever look this way again. I mean, it's not like I'm complaining about how I look now (I'm practicing gratefulness here, so allow me to indulge). But, I can't help imagining how different things would be if my present beauty regimen were coupled with my yesteryear bod. Huwaw! Bongga!
My friend A, who's also on her own quest to look her best, asked earlier today, "Will this year be our next bikini year?" Hmmm...I hope so. Sana keri ng powers ko!
I'm hoping that sharing my "skinny" pic will somehow keep me in check and get me on track. I mean, mahiya naman sana ako if I don't deliver right? When/If that once-upon-a-time does happen again, I promise, Lord, I won't think I'm fat this time around. (I'm telling all of you now: I'll truly need all the support I can get. Please share with me your sure-fire tips...or kahit moral support lang will go a long, long way. Promise!)
Here's to #bikiniyear2013...so help me God.
My friend A, who's also on her own quest to look her best, asked earlier today, "Will this year be our next bikini year?" Hmmm...I hope so. Sana keri ng powers ko!
I'm hoping that sharing my "skinny" pic will somehow keep me in check and get me on track. I mean, mahiya naman sana ako if I don't deliver right? When/If that once-upon-a-time does happen again, I promise, Lord, I won't think I'm fat this time around. (I'm telling all of you now: I'll truly need all the support I can get. Please share with me your sure-fire tips...or kahit moral support lang will go a long, long way. Promise!)
Here's to #bikiniyear2013...so help me God.
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