Today I know the scales are lying. I most certainly have not lost 1.2kgs overnight. What has in fact happened is my body is seriously dehydrated after too many glasses of champagne and whisky and gingers last night.
So not only are the scales being misguided in their kindness to me, but I am in such a world of pain I really couldn’t care less how I look. I just want the banging headache and tiredness to go away.
I managed to drag myself out of bed to support my housemate in her first ocean swim which was really good. Not only did she do very well, but it was really interesting to see all the different shapes and sizes taking part. Swimming is a struggle for me. I’ve only recently overcome a deep water phobia which has meant I’ve never spent much time in water, so the idea of swimming 1.5kms in the ocean is something that is very foreign to me, but an ability I deeply respect and admire.
To see all the different shapes and types of people today really brought home that your body is to be used and challenged, not just for looking pretty. None of the women seemed at all fussed about how they looked, they were more concerned about the task at hand, which is pretty obvious, but makes me wonder, maybe I’m so worried about how I look because I have too much time on my hands. Um, it’s not like I’m not a busy and social person, but maybe I should find a new focus that will distract me more from my body focus.
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