Today I read the story of a woman who was pretty much afraid to eat. She worked to overcome that fear and is better off than she was before. Very inspirational.
But me?I bitch, I moan, I complain but I've never stopped to think about the opposite end of the eating spectrum. How scary and out of control someone might feel when they've maintained a weight that works. If I'm feeling weirded out now, how am I going to feel when I hit my target weight? Is food going to become the enemy?? I've been working so hard over this last year to remind myself that food is for nourishment. Food is stupid. AhhhhH!
Maybe today I'll go to WW to weigh-in. Even though I'm certain the number will piss me off.
As for Bruno, we are getting along famously. Bruno is great for sucking in my guts (which probably makes my ab muscles work a little more during a cardio) and keeping my posture correct. I had a little scoliosis and my boobs are heavy (but smaller!?) and I think I am getting a hunch back. He passed cardio and weight lifting/machine workouts with purple colors! Bruno makes me sweat harder in the middle. Bruno gets me weird stares for the meat-head gym dudes who are probably scratching their heads trying to figure out what I'm wearing.