Inspired but Not to Run

For the not so private person it's pretty easy to find out various things about people. A few years ago when I first jumped on the Face Book bandwagon, like most, I started out searching for old classmates. Eventually I came across one particular girl who I remembered as being popular. Don't we always want to know about the popular bunch? But it was more than that curiousity that led me to investigate her page further. It was a picture of her in a bikini!With her two small kids! Oh, yeah. They were her kid, Her profile said so. First thing pops in my head is, "She's definitely a workoutaholic!" My assumption was confirmed when a recent post said that she is training for a 1/2 marathon!

Am I jealous? Yes! Envious? Yes! I long for that kind of athletic drive. Nearly five years ago I aspired to such athletic heights but I gave up the half-hearted dream, realizing that running was NOT something I really enjoyed. I was only interested in the flat abs of a runner.

LaCharmine (L.A.) Jefferson
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FBW's Everywhere I Go

Satan is not nice. He knows just how to flaunt these FBW's (flat belly women) in my face at the worst possible times. Today for example. While I'm on my way to workout over my lunch, one of the FBW's who's always flaunting her flat belly and shapely figure with the tightest clothes ever, happens to walk past me. Not once y'all, but TWICE! What the hell is up with that?

This does not encourage me. It infuriates me to no end. Why? Because I'd rather be able to chill and relax over my lunch, maybe catch up on the office gossip with everyone else instead of going to exercise and sweat. And since, coincidentally, I don't hear these particular women talking about all of their exercising and dieting I feel a bit like crap because I have to work at keeping my figure from going totally out of control while it appears to be natural for them.

Now I don't know what they do behind closed doors. I'd like to to say they've all had plastic surgery or maybe they're popping appetitie suppressing pills or something. Either way, it sucks!

LaCharmine (L.A.) Jefferson
Author, Writer, Blogger
Website: http://www.lajefferson.com/
Blogs by me:
L.A.'s Literary Love Life@ http://lajefferson.blogspot.com/
A Day in the Life of L.A. Jefferson @ http://lajefferson.blogspot.com/
All Things Love @ http://all-things-love.blogspot.com/
Naturally L.A. @ http://naturallyla.wordpress.com/
Surviving Work @ http://survivingmydayjob.wordpress.com/
Follow me on Twitter @lajefferson

Confession of the Day: Belly Gazing

If it's true that we're predisposed to characteristics of our parents--good or bad--boy oh boy, did I catch a doozy from my dad. Particularly, during my teenage years, I can clearly remember my dad criticizing--that's putting it midly--people, especially women, for being overweight.

"Ughh!" He'd unapologetically say. "These women are just lazy, letting themselves go like that. Who do they think is going to want them with all that fat on their bodies?"

Think I'm exaggerating? I'm not! Seriously! He would even talk about my mother, who wasn't even a big woman. But just the fact that she wasn't as skinny as she was as a teenager and young adult was enough to be on his "unsightly" radar.

But there's good and bad news. The bad news is that I'm not nearly as bad as my dad, but, I do possess his critical eye. And, like my dad, my primary target is women because, unfortunately, society dictates that it's okay for men to get fat. They can still be considered desirable. Since becoming a skinnyfat, when I come into contact with other women, my eyes automatically gaze toward their stomachs. It's become somewhat of an addiction. Anyway, if the stomach is fat I cringe for two different reasons:

1. It's unsightly
2. It's like looking in a mirror at how I look to the outside world.

On the other hand, if it's flat--or close to it--a myriad of thoughts ramble through my mind. Among them are:

1. What did I eat today? What did she eat?
2. Are small stomachs genetic in her family?
3. How often does this woman exercise?
4. Did she have a tummy tuck?

Crazy, right? I know. Believe me, I chastise myself each and every time. But that doesn't stop me from doing the same thing over and over again. It's a vicious, insane cycle!