Day-before-yesterday I finally put away my doubts about my physical appearance (I'm too jiggly, I've got cellulite, I'm too pale, I've got a bruise, there's a zit on my butt, etc.) and went for a swim at the campus rec center for the first time. I guess I swam laps for about thirty minutes. I love to swim. Only thing I don't like about it is getting water in my ears, so I'll have to get some of those silicon ear seals. Anyway, I was doing the breastroke, sidestrokes and backstroke. I don't ordinarily stretch and reach in those motions and forgot how good it feels. It also felt great to be gliding in the water. I anticipated being sore afterward, but I'm surprised by the locations of my soreness: my butt and inner thighs mostly. I thought my pecs would be killing me but they're not. There's some soreness in my shoulders, a little in my arms, and, of all places, under my chin! I suppose that's good, to keep my chin toned.
My mom taught my brother and me how to swim almost before we learned to talk. She put those inflatable flotation devices around our arms and away we went. Swimming was an integral part of my growing up. In Germany we loved going to the town Schwimmbad with our Oma and in BFE we often went to the local lake. In fact, while I was swimming the other day I thought of my Oma. She was a lousy mother, but a good grandma.
So anyway, it was good to rediscover swimming, and I plan to make it a regular occurrence. I mean, it's really perfect exercise; it's resistance training and stretching too, like Pilates. While doing the backstroke, my ears are submerged and all I hear is the sound of my breathing, so it's meditative too. And afterward I feel so at peace with myself and so refreshed, unlike the traditional pound-the-pavement-and-sweat exercising I usually do which makes me feel worn out.
1:46 PM
Wooooooo! I'd ordered a bunch of clothes from L. L. Bean because they were having a big sale. Scored a couple pair of shorts and a bunch of tops for about half off. Schweet! Of course, that's the reason I'm broke now, but never mind. Good summer clothes last a long time, and if I'm traipsing about the campus all summer long, I need them.
I ordered all the L. L. Bean tops in small, even though I wear size 10 pants. I find their tops run large. What's happened with sizing, anyway? Have sizes gotten bigger? Have I gotten smaller? Technically, I wear the same size I did in high school, but I remember then my hips being wider. Nowadays, when I get misses' shorts or pants, there's some empty space at the hips. Oh, I'll bet I know what it is: my booty has gotten flatter. I used to have a downright bulbous ass, but it flattened out about my mid-thirties. Weird. I do know that I can wear men's jeans with ease. I might try the L. L. Bean straight-legged jeans for men since their women's jeans have tapered legs, which I don't like.
Ruminations, ruminations. Those cats are gonna kill me and eat me if I don't set about getting their meal.
3:51 p.m.
They ate their food and Newman expressed his thanks by butting me with his head and purring. I like it when he's affectionate; it's not that often. I like when he tumbles over onto his back and has me scratch his soft tummy.
posted by Newpeep, N.D. (neurotic depressive) @ 11:26 AM
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Sigh.... sizes.. who knows? Technically I wear exactly 1 size larger than I did in highschool. I won't even begin to tell you what the scales at the Dr's office think I weigh. Granted, my boobs are a helluva lot bigger now but even I'm not stupid enough to believe they're that much heavier as well. I think perhaps society has just gotten a lot more vane. I find LL Bean sizing to be ok, but I generally have to try on everything I get from Eddie Bauer or be prepared to take it back.
Good luck with the swimming! I'm pushing to get an exercise bike set up soon. Hopefully. Fingers crossed.
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