The beat drops and I pound my legs forward, hovering over the seat, making perfect circles in sync with the song. My heart is thumping aggressively against my heaving chest, but I take a deep breath and muster up my last ounce of strength to power forward to the finish line. I am cognitive of the other bikers, the sweat dripping in my eyes, the instructor's encouraging words, and the rhythmic motion of my hips, swaying slightly back and forth as I trudge on. And in this moment, I feel thankful.
Like most women, I have a love/hate relationship with my body. Erring much more regularly towards hate. Just today, I cleaned out a jar of peanut butter.. then sat in self loathing while I polished off garlic dip. Okay, I get it.. I'm crazy. I don't eat bread, haven't had a chip or french fry in over a year, wouldn't dream of letting fast food or soda touch my lips... and the list goes on. But I've got vices. A sweet tooth for one. And a real problem with severely overeating foods I deem 'healthy'. Nuts, seeds, fruit and vegetables... oils and 'good fats', dark chocolate, coffee, wine... you name it. I
Like most women, I have a love/hate relationship with my body. Erring much more regularly towards hate. Just today, I cleaned out a jar of peanut butter.. then sat in self loathing while I polished off garlic dip. Okay, I get it.. I'm crazy. I don't eat bread, haven't had a chip or french fry in over a year, wouldn't dream of letting fast food or soda touch my lips... and the list goes on. But I've got vices. A sweet tooth for one. And a real problem with severely overeating foods I deem 'healthy'. Nuts, seeds, fruit and vegetables... oils and 'good fats', dark chocolate, coffee, wine... you name it. I