Yeah, yeah, yeah. Every night for the past week or so, Ryan Seacrest has been gushing over the latest domination of the American athletes. Don't get me wrong. I love the Olympics. But it does get hard when you are constantly looking at the physical perfection that is on consistent display. (She really has two kids. REALLY?)
It is hard not compare oneself. No matter how silly it may be. You just know your significant other lying next to you watching the same thing is thinking "Gee, my spouse/partner doesn't look like that anymore..." when maybe they are more likely having their own self doubts.
Or maybe they just want the US to win the damn event. Is that possible? Could that be more closer to reality?
My olympic athlete envy started the year of Olga Korbut (yes, I am THAT OLD) but I was most influenced by Dorothy Hamill. I couldn't get her body, so I went for her hair. Didn't quite get there. I even had a life sized poster of Mark Spitz all shaven and oiled with his seven gold medals on my wall. Imagine Michael Phelps life sized on your wall with his twenty - some odd medals - oh - oops- Fathead has probably got that already.
Anyway - I know the women don't wear bikinis for any kind of showing off - and the gymnasts have to wear what they have to and the swimmers have to wear what they have to wear and even the equestrians look pretty snazzy in their duds. I enjoy all the beauty, and at my ripe old age I've been able to let go of the "Gosh, if I only _____ (worked out more, ate less, drank less, you fill in the blank) maybe I could look like that." I've been able to just acknowledge how pretty they all are - enjoy it, and have accepted me as I am.
Well, maybe I'll go back to gym next week...
And the video below helped a lot. Thankful for senses of humor in the world.
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