We've decided that we're all going to do something each week that makes us go "EEK!". We figure it's good for our blood flow, counts as a form of exercise since our heart rate goes up, and it keeps us on our toes.
Our fearless leader, Joy, kicked us off. Today she put on a short sun dress to run her errands. How short you ask? It was above her fingertips - a length she hasn't worn in 15 years or more.
Here's her reaction...
Think of this as practice. Learning how to overcoming the little EEK! moments will make it easier to take on the bigger ones.
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What I see: Drive, physical strength, and endurance.
“Stomach stomach sticking out, how I want to cut you out”
– start of a journal entry, circa 1994
Flip through family pictures and you’ll see I rocked a belly from the moment I was born. Pictures of me jumping into a pool at Disney World when I was six, round little tummy leading the way. Frog jumping contest, t-shirt snug against me as I whack the mat behind my bullfrog. Year after year, picture after picture. That tummy stands out to me like a beacon.