Some thoughts and discussions from me.

Good morning, friends! Less than a week until Glute Camp begins – get excited!! It sounds like you are – more than 200 of you have already signed up- and you’ve got until Sunday night to go for it. There will be more information with details posted this week.

Until then…let’s have some #truthtime.

Yesterday I told you all about my weekend – how I passed my health coach exam, and then spent the rest of the 48 hours until Sunday evening absolutely living it up.

…But I left one thing out.

For the first time in months, or maybe even years, I experienced some negative talk during an all too typical scenario – while trying on bathing suits and short shorts.

I can remember having issues with the backs of my legs ever since hitting puberty. I played volleyball from junior high to college, and remembered just hating that we had to wear itsy bitsy teeny weeny spandex shorts for one reason and one reason only: the cellulite on the backs of my thighs.

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These two pictures were taken on the same day, in the same dressing room, with the same lighting. It’s just a slightly different angle, and the front vs. back.

This post really isn’t about my legs – it’s about my what my thoughts were about them – and my body. I disliked the back of my legs so much that I developed an eating disorder in high school. However, that was almost 15 years ago now, and since then, I’ve developed a pretty unbreakable positive body image. Alas, negative self-talk can permeate even those who seem to have an iron-clad self image, sometimes.

This past Saturday afternoon, after an evening prior of drinking mimosas and eating tamales with friends, and a morning of a big ol’ bagel sandwich (that was darn tasty, mind you) I found myself in the dressing room at Athleta, with 5 swim suits and 4 pairs of shorts hanging on the wall, waiting for me to try them on.

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Athleta Boulder

Each item I tried on, I felt fine looking at myself straight on in the mirror. However, with each item that I turned around and used my iPhone as a mirror to check out the back view, a layer of that positive body image was chipped away. And then the nasty thoughts came…

I guess I should probably stop eating so many carbs

I need to work on the back of my legs more

Ugh, I should lose about 5 pounds

I believe I literally shook myself out of it, and just as fast as the negative thoughts seeped in, I started replacing them with positive ones.

Nope, that bagel was delicious. I don’t want to stop eating it.

Nope, when I weighed 10 pounds less, I didn’t get my period. I’m at a perfectly healthy weight.

So, I have cellulite – and that’s ok! What’s the worst that could happen?

Let’s talk about that last thought for a minute. Really, what is the worst that could happen? I guarantee you no one at the pool will ever walk up to me and point out to me that I have cellulite. For starters, no one probably cares. They’re all worried about their own cellulite. Honestly, the worst thing that could come out of it is my own negative thoughts about it. So, the worst thing that could happen is something that I can control and change anyway? I can’t change the fact that I have a few dimples on the legs, but I can change my thoughts. I think I’ll do the latter.

And you know what? I walked out with a swim suit and those shorts that day.

How do you deal with negative body image talk when it creeps in?