It never ceases to amaze me how our expectations are often inverse to our reality. As women, I think our expectations stem from a mixture of optimism, societal pressure and guilt.
I was talking with a dear friend about our struggles to lose weight. She and I are the same height, similar build and shape. However, I have been so impressed with her weight loss. I even joined Weight Watchers after witnessing her success the past nine months. My friend recently told me that she had achieved her goal weight and was now a “lifetime member.”. Her goal weight? The exact same weight as my starting weight in Weight Watchers! We both wear a size 8 but we both feel like we need to do more. We expect the hips spread by childbirth to somehow thin out if we try long enough. The cruel irony of my chasing my friends weight only to find out that I was the same size just hypercritical of my own body shook me. I think of it and my skewed expectations often.
The reality is that we both look great. Hot even. Our thighs don’t rub together when we walk. We can avoid the dreaded muffin top without encasing ourselves in Spanx or other more tortorous undergarments. However as women, we are shamed into thinking that your thinnest isn’t thin enough. Hell, we are shamed into thinking Spanx are a required garment less someone see that we have a little fat on our bodies. (this does not apply to spandex. Spandex is a privilege not a right and YOU know who should wear it and who shouldn’t)
I didn’t really set out this morning to talk about weight. I wanted to talk about expectations, how to manage them and how to better align them with your reality. I guess that will have to wait until my next post. Right now, I think I’ll treat myself to small muffin and enjoy the status quo.