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The Dreaded Swimsuit January 3, 2014

Filed under: Body Image,Exercise — gohopchick @ 11:55 am

Over my holidays I’ve been devouring blogs written by bariatric patients. It’s been massively inspiring to read their stories of transformation.

Yesterday I was reading this one

And o boy did I ever find it challenging! Like the author of the blog, I have knee issues, due to my weight. The doctor says that swimming and water aerobics would be the best for me.


That means a swimsuit, right?

In my Eating Disorder program, as part of our body image therapy we were challenged to do things we avoid doing due to our negative feelings about our bodies.

“You could go swimming in a swimsuit in a public pool,” Michelle, my psychologist encouraged us.

“I don’t even own a swimsuit!” I replied.

“Well then it’s time you bought one.” she countered.

So I bought one. I’m a proud owner of a swimsuit. It sits oh so happily in my top drawer with my other articles of clothing that will never see the light of day.

But after reading Holly’s blog, maybe I can summon the courage to dig it out.



Ahhhhh, Exercise! August 19, 2010

Filed under: Exercise — gohopchick @ 8:42 pm

I got back to the gym this week.  What a relief!

A couple of months ago I broke a rib.  I was installing a hook on my bathroom door.  Couldn’t find the ladder, so I was standing on a kitchen chair.  Wooden kitchen chair on tile floor.  Biiiiig mistake.  The chair went over.  I went down.  Whack!  Chair leg, meet rib.  Rib, meet chair leg!

I can finally sleep on my side again (who knew that sleeping on your back was a skill that one had to learn?) and can rock and roll without pain.  So back to the gym I go!

And my body is so grateful.  It sighs, it stretches, it tingles and make happy sounds.

I never could understand people who hated exercise.  I have always enjoyed it.  Winter hiking up the Escarpment, risking life and limb on icy trails.  Kickboxing to Pink (the artist, not the color)- I love her attitude!  Lying in dusky quiet after a stretching session.  It is when I exercise that I get lost in the moment, and re-connect with the body that I divorced so long ago.

I love it.  I love it all.  And I missed it so much.

After a couple sessions this week I’m walking around like a granny – lactic acid pinging, muscles creaking and groaning.  But it’s so worth it, and the stiffness will pass.

Yay!  I’m a gym rat again!


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