I am playing the part of a responsible adult, and therefore, I should be asleep right now, because I have class in the morning tomorrow. But here I am, pretending that cutting into my sleep time will somehow lengthen my weekend with no ill consequences. I know this will lead to a less than fun tomorrow but I'm putting that out of my head right now.
I've been thinking a lot today about my size. Doing crunches, push-ups, even just balancing on one foot while in a chorus of tiny girls in dance class today managed to bring hurt up to the surface, front and center for me. Between being tired and not being able to learn the turns, it was seriously all I could do to keep from crying. Crying! I choked back tears from the crunches on, examining my protruding stomach and flabby arms in the mirrored wall. And for the first time I want to quit dance class. I want to go back to my hole in the wall and curl up with a bottle of Jack, sleep and drink and sleep for about a year and not think about how huge I've let myself get.
You are reading the life, times, and general musings of Jenna Tollerson. I am an independent web developer living in and around Athens, Georgia, USA. [read more]