Sorry this is so long....good stuff at the end.....
Arriving late to boxing is one of my great fears. Why? That's easy- I might have to share a bag with the skinny blonde chick. There seems to be one in every class. This weekend I was late AND, you guessed it, I had to share a bag with the skinny blonde chick. (To all the skinny blonde chicks at my gym- I am not talking about you....) This blonde chick had it all- cute hair, fancy gloves, she was petite in every way possible to make her extra cute. I am pretty sure she even smelled good after hitting the bags for an hour. There I stood: 5'10", 192 pounds, cute gloves (they are hot pink after all), dirty brown hair. Nothing about me is petite and I can assure you that I did not smell good when I was done. :) Skinny blonde chick is the anti-Kari.
The fat girl that still lives in my brain instantly tenses up when she sees skinny blonde chick. I put up this wall that makes me not trust or like the skinny blonde chick. How was my workout? Uhhhhmazing! I spent the whole class trying to keep up with the skinny blonde chick. I'm happy to report that I did hold my own, but it was tough. Why does the skinny blonde chick stress me out? As an obese adult, I became convinced that all skinny blonde chicks were born that way. They can eat what they want, never exercise, and still be the skinny blonde chick who seems to have everything going for her.
A strange thing happened after class. I was talking to my friend Kelly (who finally got a blog that you must check out!!!!) about the skinny blonde chick. Another instructor came up and told me that skinny blonde chicks name. What!?!?! She has a name? Her name is not the skinny blonde chick.Kelly told me, "One day you are going to stop hating the skinny blonde chick because you will be that skinny chick.". Now, I've already learned that I am totally OK with not being skinny. I know that some people look at me and comment on how "skinny" I am.
On my run today I started thinking about the skinny blonde chick again. Thinking about her name got me thinking....She still has to choose to be healthy. She still has to walk away from the donut. She still has to put in the time it takes to have perfect hair. I don't think that anyone really wakes up perfect. Athletic bodies don't develop on the couch. Don't get me wrong- genetics do play a part in it. She (all of them) is petite because of her bone structure. She may be able to eat a donut and not see the scale change. In honor of the skinny blonde chick I've decide to make a list. I am going to make a list of 165 things (the number of pounds that I have lost) that I choose to do that makes me the healthy person that I am today. Nope, I am not a skinny blonde chick; but I do have a resting heart rate of 62, exercise 6 out of 7 days a week, and find ways every day to make healthier food choices. Tonight I'll start my list and hope to have it posted by the end of the week. Here's to you skinny blonde chick. :)