
I vacillate between self acceptance- who cares what I weigh? I’m going to eat a croissant for Pete’s sake- damn the calories!- and disgust- my thighs are lumpier than mashed potatoes- Im getting older and can’t eat what I want so I'll live on apples- and am left feeling like a pinball in a game of Weight Watchers Wizard.
This is the story of my life. I first read Valerie Frankel’s humorous book, Thin Is The New Happy, hoping to shed some light on the feelings that most women experience on and off throughout in their lives. Cringe-worthy feelings while I glare in the mirror and realize that gasp! I have the body of a woman in her late thirties that has birthed two babies and has not ever worked out with a personal trainer. I love Valerie’s easy writing style and appreciate how she completely lays it all out there, her struggles with dieting and gaining and losing weight. Thanks for making me feel so not alone, Valerie. Lets unbutton our pants and breathe freely together.
On the flip side, The Non-Runners Marathon Guide for Women was obtained with the hopes that I would be inspired to break out some spandex and become a running sensation, one with firm thighs and the lung capacity of a gold medal athlete. It didn’t happen. I lack the stamina and drive to run, at one time, twenty six miles. I can jog for a few minutes, downhill is best. Then my knee starts to hurt and I feel like my innards are bouncing around too much and I get hungry. I end up walking home and drinking coffee while eating a Zone bar, congrataling myself on a good three minute jog. Hey, thats a couple of minutes that could have been spent sitting in front of the tv eating Nutella out of the jar with a knife.
Dawn Dais is a terrific writer and if you are serious about marathon running, I highly suggest you give her book a whirl. Like Valerie, Dawn is straight up and honest, funny and I liked reading the book even if I didn't end up registering for a marathon.
At the end of the day, I walk, I ride my bike, I do yoga and I indulge in that croissant and I feel guilty and bloated. Just like a typical woman.














