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I do not devote myself to standing on the scales or measuring myself, Unlike most others who want to lose weight. I just get stressed and sad, which is not something that benefits either my mind or any weight loss. So I let it be. But sometimes – like today, I found a measuring tape and sort of just got for me to measure my waist measurement.
It began with that I, who have sewing abstinence, would go through my fabric scraps and see what can be used to sew a new bedspread. Among everything, I found some clothes I put away last fall when I sewed a lot of new clothes. Some of it has hung in the closet long before that and you know.. “shrinks”. For some reason, I thought I would give it a try, and believe in the thousand – they have grown in size again. Incredible. I think I tried four tops – one of them I will sew to some details, but otherwise everything worked – beyond expectation.
And it was in connection with that I found a measuring tape and before I had time to blink I had measured my waist measurement. And I immediately remembered why I never do that, for even if it is considerably smaller than when I was at my greatest, there is a long way to go “should” be. For women, the waist measurement should preferably be below 80cm, and as I said was – it is far to that number for me. And when I say it's a long way there, I mean that. There's nothing I say to make you think I'm a little silly vanity, but it is actually so.
That's when one is brutally honest with oneself as hopefully things happen.
The only advantage what I can see is that I can at least have a goal. I already have a goal – to dare to go in linen next summer without being ashamed. My waist measurement is actually quite irrelevant when it comes to just that, but I can still feel that it is an extra goal to set. I doubt that I will reach a so-called normal measure by then, but I can set intermediate goals – and I intend to do so.
And really, when I think about it, it is not the number of centimeters that is important. What feels more important is to have a proportionate body. While on the one hand I have lost a lot of scope since I started with yoga, and on the whole it looks better than before, so I'm still shapeless and disproportionate (at least in my eyes). Everything between breast and crotch has not diminished in proportion to the rest – I still have way too much stomach, and it drives me crazy.
I believe in and for itself that my body will change to what I want it to be – but I am greedy and restless and want everything to happen the day before yesterday. And at the same time I am quite convinced that the body takes a part at a time. And apparently it wants to take scope first, to go into separate body parts later.
However, it works I'm learning to like my body the way it is. It takes a lot and it takes huge amounts of perseverance on my part, but sooner or later I had intended to get there too. It kind of makes it a lot easier when you want to change your appearance, I think. No matter which page you choose to look at, so the other side is reflected in what you look at. I want both mine out- and my inside should reflect each other in an even and balanced way.
My task just now is to find ways to work a little extra on the abdomen and waist in the future. I have already made some adjustments in the asanas I make, but think I have to put a little extra gunpowder on it if I want to get results.
And it wants to I do.