Mirror, Mirror, on the wall, who has the fairest arms of them all? Me! Me! Me!
At the risk of sounding conceited, ahh who am I kidding, bring on the conceit – my arms are hot! At least in the mirrors at my pilates studio. For a good month and a half now I’ve been admiring my arms in the full length mirrors (and their windows too) seriously admiring them, like to the point of positioning certain equipment directly in front of the mirror to check out my super fine, super toned biceps, or turning my head towards the window next to me (which I’m not supposed to do) to again check that tone. And you better believe I don’t keep quiet about these revelations, nah, who wants to do that, I’m all about belting out how hot my arms are looking, how toned they are, how fine they are 😀 And today, I got my “not evil” pilates instructor, who likes to kill me with two-minute planks, to snap a picture. Look at those arms!
I don’t know if it’s their mirrors and their windows or if it’s actually my arms pulling off this look, but regardless, I don’t care. They look hot, and I’m going with it. Why hold back, right. Every one of us has something about us that’s beautiful, our eyes, our hair, our arms, our calves, our speed, our hearts, our pancreas (oh how I do long for a beautiful pancreas), and you know what, far too many of us keep quiet about our beauty, inside and out. It’s high time we stop being muted about it, stop caring about what others think, and start embracing our beauty, really embracing it. And I don’t care if I’m called conceited or egotistical or vain, because really, those calling me that, they’re just jealous. Since when did it become a crime to love the person you are?
How would you finish this sentence: Mirror, Mirror on the wall who’s the _______ of them all?
- 6:15 p.m. BG before: 5.6
- Temp. basal: -30 per cent (1 hour)
- Time: 1 hour and I totally rocked the plank tonight, making it to 50 Mississippis (although, they may have turned into misses near the end ;))
- 7:30 p.m. BG after: 7.1
- Temp. basal: +30 per cent (1 hour)
This morning I had to get my HGaIC done (hemoglobin a1C, a three-month average of my blood sugars) and for me, this blood work, is like a year-end exam, nerves and all. I study and study and study for three months straight, adding up my carbs and calculating my insulin dosages, and figuring out my basal rates for regular days and strenuous exercise days and sick days, all for this one test (well, for my overall health too) to make sure I keep reading perfection. The last HGa1C I had done six months ago, I think was around 6.6, which is a super awesome number for diabetics, and given the competitive person I am, I know that if my numbers are anything but in the 6.something range, I’ll be disappointed … and proceed to work my ass off to get them back down. So here’s hoping, I’ve got more perfection.
What in your life do you strive to perfect?
Hmm. Myself, I’m having difficulty finding any beautiful parts 🙂 Not even “ruggedly handsome,” but let me get back to you on that. Maybe something will occur to me later 🙂 But I totally agree with YOUR self-assessment. I have never thought of you as conceited, however. You just have a “refreshingly robust” ego, and that CAN’T be a bad thing. Shine on, Princess!! 🙂
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