I’ve been feeling this a bit lately. I do appreciate all the body positive posts you see on fitness-type blogs, but at the same time they can feel…exclusionary? As if body positivity is only reserved for those who work out, who fit a certain mould (between certain size parameters, meeting certain shape standards), or who even meet certain health criteria. Body positivity should have no exceptions.
I won’t deny that going up a weight class is proving a bit of a mindfuck. I feel like I’ve swapped angst about losing weight for angst about the size of my tummy & increased overall jiggle levels. Yesterday when I was doing my sandbag clean & presses in front of a mirror, I was more focused on my chins & the loose skin on my arms, than on the fact I was pressing a sandbag over my head 50 times. Body positivity is hard, no doubt.
Today I would be going to Yoga-lates if it wasn’t for my bi-weekly lunch meeting. I feel a bit distraught about it, TBH (which is kinda pathetic). The meeting will be interesting, but I’d much rather be working on my core strength – I need it for my squats! And I resent having to give up my lunch hour for work. Meh.
Edited to add: oh, and now I’ve had another meeting scheduled in to the intervening Wednesday lunchtime. Argh, why even is work?!