When I was an overweight and squishy high-schooler,
I made promises to myself in the summertime that come September,
I would be skinny,
in shape,
able to share clothes with my Q-Tip sister.

“I did sit-ups and jumping jacks before bed!
If I keep this up, I’m going to be pretty!
Boys will pay attention to me!
I won’t be an outcast anymore!”

And I kept it up…
for about a week.

Then a new book that I was waiting for would come in at the library.
Or I was exhausted from riding my bike home in the late twilight
after a shift at McDonald’s.

And I’d forget.

September came around,
new clothes were purchased,
in a larger size than the year prior.

It never worked,
is what I’m saying.

I honestly don’t know how I finally lost weight after high school.

I think it was because of a college roommate whose family only ate organic food.
I went to her house,
a lovely place of refuge in the deserts of Palm Springs,
and I remember the food just tasted…so GOOD.

I left my parents’ house,
began buying my own food,
and, no longer being under the thumb of a curfew,
I began running late at night.

(I hated that running, by the way)

Got down to the weight that I am now.

I’ve kept it for six years,
with about five pounds of fluctuation either direction,
which puts me in the tiny percentile of folks for whom long-term weight loss actually worked.

It’s a healthy weight.

I am capable of doing quite a lot at my current fitness level.




I feel like I can do better still.

I’m working on creating a handbalancing performance with a friend for
Southern Faire this spring.
I am adamantly NOT in good enough shape for that right now.

And it’s hard.


Most of the women who do circus performance or serious partner acrobatics
weigh about 25 pounds less than I do.

I doubt that I will ever be able to lose that much weight without SERIOUSLY fucking up my (already) fucked up body and metabolism.

I need to be stronger.
More flexible.
Able to hold my own weight without flinching,
or putting all of it on my partner.

As a woman, when you’re not a tiny pixie person,
you have to make up for putting more weight on your partner.

I need my body to be better.


So I’m doing Crossfit style workouts every day.
Will start incorporating Tabata sprints.

Oh, and yoga, too.

Damn, I miss yoga.

I’m just tired of my body not doing what I want it to do.


Tonight’s workout:

3 rounds of:

25 squats
20 lunges
15 jumping jacks
10 handstands (supported or not)
5 pushups

And because I’m not COMPLETELY crazy,
1 sprint for 200 meters.


Amber Barlow Photography

Bad. Ass.


6 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Somer
    Oct 19, 2011 @ 17:52:49

    You are a bad ass, Bec. Right now I manage water aerobics twice a week and thats about it. I get so tired that I can’t even convince myself to walk everyday. But post-baby I hope to amp that up, get moving more, workout some everyday, and not hang on to this baby weight!!


  2. cheekypinky
    Oct 19, 2011 @ 23:49:16

    Thanks, honey!

    And you deserve to take it easy on yourself–
    you’re crafting a person!

    Wish we were closer so we could take jogs with The Bebe in a few months…


  3. Charlotte
    Oct 25, 2011 @ 11:35:05

    Yay for circus arts! Yay for CrossFit and Tabatas and one-armed handstand push-ups! Boo for bodies that don’t do exactly what we want them too:( I love that you are keeping your past in mind and going about this in a sane way. I want to see your handbalancing routine!


    • cheekypinky
      Oct 26, 2011 @ 17:49:47

      Thank you for being so encouraging, Charlotte.

      I wish that neither of us had our past histories,
      but I’m glad to know that I have a friend like you who (whom?) I can count on to understand, and to inspire me to be better.



  4. Mary Jacobson Smith
    Oct 28, 2011 @ 19:38:25

    I’m going to cough my way through the first set this weekend. And, I’m amazed at how great you and I look in the picture. 😉 Thankful for someone else who is determined to beat their malfunctioning body into submission. Love you!


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