Ok, I’ll bite. I am not sure where this post will end up, but let’s just suck it and see….
I was doing my usual scoot around the news sights this morning, over a coffee. The news is pretty depressing at the moment, don’t you think?
Anyway, one headline came out and smacked me across the face.
“Oh great…” I thought. “A bit of wo-mano on wo-mao action…”
I read on. You can read the article here.
Sharny Kieser is an Australian Fitness Instructor who says “anyone can achieve their perfect body – it starts with believing you can, and then taking ownership of what you put in your mouth,” I know all about this. A few years ago, a close relative of mine decided that she was going to be a size ten if it killed her. She was a curvy 16, glowing in health, but spent the next year running like Forrest Gump. As she ran, she got hangry. And a bit bitchy if I can be honest. We speak of it now, and she said she was such a cow because she was starving.
She got there. She was tiny! Her transformation was quite incredible. I would have liked to have hung out with her during that time, but in her hangriness one day, we had the mother of all blues and spent the best part of a year practicing “no speakies”.
Once she had achieved her “perfect body..” she returned to her real body.
My truth is, that when I had a newborn and a toddler,, I was so bloody tired all the time, that any time I did have to myself, I chose to sleep or watch crap on television. There was nothing better than a Friday Night, when we would open a bottle of wine, call in some takeaway and sloth on the coach, congratulating each other on getting through another week. Was I fat? Sure was! Was I lazy? You bet! Did I feel guilty? Fuck no. I was in survival mode.
Fast forward several years, and let us ask the same questions. Am I fat? Not as fat as I was, but am still a chunky monkey. Am I lazy? Fuck no! Do I feel guilty? Not one bit.
The thing about us modern mothers, is that we are yet to cease with all of the sledging. In a way, we have not really evolved so far from the high-school playground, where the fat chicks were teased mercilessly and had no voice. Chrissie changed that perception in this interview.
Look, I could not care less if you are fat or thin, or anything in between. But if someone implies that you are lazy, because you are fat, I call bollocks to that.
And the next time someone asks you…..
Feel free to use my answer….