For the ladies...
...if you know me, you know I spend most of my time cursing my body and crying over my disproportionate figure, my big thighs, and my wide face. Soooo much time, i annoy my friends. It has been (ashamedly) the consuming aspect of my life for a long time. Well, I found this little adlib in SELF and filled it out. Here I have it for you to take. I wrote down the prompt and then gave you my answers and the story. It's a little self helpy for my usual taste but...it's funny, try it. and I don't know, maybe the guys can relate too...
Prompts:
1. action you long to take
2. favorite indulgent food
3. negative emotion
4. dreaded exercise ending in ing
5. favorite heart pumper
6. something you want at work
7. insulting name
8. glowing adjective
9. steamiest movie you've ever seen
10. clothing you don on your "fat" days
11. sexy piece of clothing
12. favorite sexy shoes
13. favorite night spot
14. person in room
15. saturday errand
16. action verb ending in ing
17. party food
18. brazen action
19. physical accomplishment
20. nickname you'd give to a female super hero
21. regrettable weight loss-related purchase
22. big dream in need of funding
23. body part
24. personal strength
Story with my answers in all caps...so when you take it replace my caps with your prompts:
If I woke up one morning suddenly adoring my body, the first thing I'd do is QUIT MY JOB. I'd allow myself to eat BEN AND JERRY'S LOWFAT BROWNIE COOKIE DOUGH ICECREAM when I felt like it without any SHAME because I'd know that moderation, not deprivation is the healthiest way to go. I'd exercise to have fun and feel good rather than primarily to work off last nights's dessert, so I'd stop STATIONARY BIKING and DANCE instead. At work I'd finally be fearless enough to ask my boss for A CREATIVE ROLE and I'd probably get it too. But if I didn't I know it would be simply because my boss is a DUMBIE (which isn't actually true). When I got home from the office, a romp between the sheets would be EXHILERATING (and suprising!) because I wouldn't be bashful about ripping off my clothes. Hell, I bet it would be better than that scene in I'M LAME AND COULDN'T THINK OF A STEAMY MOVIE...OY!. Afterward, I'd burn my GRAY CAPRIS and wear THE RED LIMITED DRESS and MANALOS to THE ATOMIC BALLROOM, to MELANIE'S house, and even to GOODWILL without a shred of self-conciousness. Or I'd go out to a party and spend more energy DANCING and less trying to resist the siren call of the CANDY CORN or clinging to the wall feeling insecure. I might even AUDITION FOR GUS GIORDANO. In fact if I focused more on my body's awe-inspiring ability to CHOREOGRAPH rather than on how I look, I'd probaby start calling myself GIZELLA. Plus with all the money I'd save not buying A LIFETIME MEMBERSHIP TO JENNY CRAIG (it's true folks, I'm a card carrying member), I'd have extra cah to put towards FIREFLY DANCE COMPANY. One thing is for sure: I wouldn't give a hoot if my THIGHS were starting to sag (ALTHOUGH I KINDA THINK SAGGING MIGHT BE SCARY IN THE THIGHS) because I'd be too busy toasting my PASSION!
Prompts:
1. action you long to take
2. favorite indulgent food
3. negative emotion
4. dreaded exercise ending in ing
5. favorite heart pumper
6. something you want at work
7. insulting name
8. glowing adjective
9. steamiest movie you've ever seen
10. clothing you don on your "fat" days
11. sexy piece of clothing
12. favorite sexy shoes
13. favorite night spot
14. person in room
15. saturday errand
16. action verb ending in ing
17. party food
18. brazen action
19. physical accomplishment
20. nickname you'd give to a female super hero
21. regrettable weight loss-related purchase
22. big dream in need of funding
23. body part
24. personal strength
Story with my answers in all caps...so when you take it replace my caps with your prompts:
If I woke up one morning suddenly adoring my body, the first thing I'd do is QUIT MY JOB. I'd allow myself to eat BEN AND JERRY'S LOWFAT BROWNIE COOKIE DOUGH ICECREAM when I felt like it without any SHAME because I'd know that moderation, not deprivation is the healthiest way to go. I'd exercise to have fun and feel good rather than primarily to work off last nights's dessert, so I'd stop STATIONARY BIKING and DANCE instead. At work I'd finally be fearless enough to ask my boss for A CREATIVE ROLE and I'd probably get it too. But if I didn't I know it would be simply because my boss is a DUMBIE (which isn't actually true). When I got home from the office, a romp between the sheets would be EXHILERATING (and suprising!) because I wouldn't be bashful about ripping off my clothes. Hell, I bet it would be better than that scene in I'M LAME AND COULDN'T THINK OF A STEAMY MOVIE...OY!. Afterward, I'd burn my GRAY CAPRIS and wear THE RED LIMITED DRESS and MANALOS to THE ATOMIC BALLROOM, to MELANIE'S house, and even to GOODWILL without a shred of self-conciousness. Or I'd go out to a party and spend more energy DANCING and less trying to resist the siren call of the CANDY CORN or clinging to the wall feeling insecure. I might even AUDITION FOR GUS GIORDANO. In fact if I focused more on my body's awe-inspiring ability to CHOREOGRAPH rather than on how I look, I'd probaby start calling myself GIZELLA. Plus with all the money I'd save not buying A LIFETIME MEMBERSHIP TO JENNY CRAIG (it's true folks, I'm a card carrying member), I'd have extra cah to put towards FIREFLY DANCE COMPANY. One thing is for sure: I wouldn't give a hoot if my THIGHS were starting to sag (ALTHOUGH I KINDA THINK SAGGING MIGHT BE SCARY IN THE THIGHS) because I'd be too busy toasting my PASSION!
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