Measurements.


@postaday 333; #postaday2011.

Tonight I spent 65 minutes on my favorite torture device, the HELLiptical at 24-Hour Fitness Hawaii Kai. When I do this, so much self examination occurs, and I compare myself to others, or to where I think people expect me to be, or where my mother wants me.

Impossible measurements. I wish! Oh, how I wish you knew how much I wished!

I worked up a sweat, I got my heart rate up, I plugged in and barely notice the people around me. I’m careful for my Achille’s heel, but, I work out as hard as I can.

Then I came home, I made dinner for my kids, I cleaned up the kitchen. I peeled off my clothes and tried not to look at my soft cream center, a zaftig universe of hills and valleys, thunder and lightning, tangles in my head, tangles on my head, achy hips, one or two zits, and a weather-predicting bunion. 

Eventually, after I brush my teeth, I have to apply the magic potions that give me hope and reason to get out of bed the next morning. I squeeze them onto my fingers, rub my hands together, take them to my cheeks, and finally look myself in the eye.

And believe it or not, I give myself a smile, and tell myself tomorrow I will be a better me.

Author: lavagal

Hawaii Kai wife and mom. Melanoma Stage 3a Cancer survivor. English Language Learners Coordinator and Paraprofessional Tutor. Super sub teacher. Dormant triathlete. Road cyclist and Masters swimmer. Gardener. Mrs. Fixit. Random dancer. Music Curator. A teenager trapped in an aging body. Did you know 60 is the new 40? It is.

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