Have you ever thought of yourself one way but realize that’s not how you are at all? Like thinking you look great with that hair cut or in those Daisy Duke shorts and that tank top 3 sizes too small and then you see a picture of you with it and realize oh that’s bad, that’s very very bad..
I seem to be having a problem with this. And not just my Daisy Duke’s riding up into the nether regions but (hehe pun) marrying the image I have of myself in my head and what is reality. It can be very discouraging at times. Let me give you some examples.
What I see in my head: Reality:
My vision of myself:
Reality:
Ready for a hot date in “Mindiland”:
What ElRey is really taking out on the town:
How our family moments play out in my head:
True joy in motion:
Let me share one of these moments with you. The other day I had a few minutes for a run on my treadmill before I had to pick up my preschooler. I did my business, kicked some treadmill trash and finished just in time to go pick her up. The only problem is I was wearing some tighter shorts and a tank top that was a lot little too small. I only wear this if I’m working out at home but had no time to maneuver my super sweaty self into something more appropriate for preschool pickup. Now keep in mind, I’ve finished a good run so I’m thinking I look like this:
As I get out of my car to wait with the other moms I catch a glimpse of my reality on the side of my car in all my girthy goodness and go stand with the other waiting moms. Not too close because I suddenly have several bugs flying around me apparently enjoying my musk. Suddenly the black spots start moving into my vision…So help me if I pass out in all my ridiculous glory in front of all these showered and ready mom’s I’ll pack up and move to Nantucket!! After envisioning what they might do with my corpse, my child finally comes running out and we got into the car before the lights went out in Georgia.
Phew. That could have been embarrassing…er..
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I admit I run on my treadmill at home adorned in attire in which I wouldn't be caught dead outdoors. I figure it's one of the "benefits" of treadmill running in the comfort and privacy of my own home. Unfortunately, more often than not, when I'm done with my workout and quickly making my way upstairs to shower off the stank, I inevitably run into one of my two daughters' friends along the way who came over to innocently hang out while I was running. And of course, it's usually a boy... whose expression would best be described as a combination of sheer pain and utter horror.
I've probably prompted a lot of kids to run home and immediately scrub out their eyeballs with Lava soap over the years.
I'm usually mistaken for Angelina Jolie and Wilford Brimley. It's a weird dichotomy.
although I found a great laugh in your blog, I think you are way too hard on yourself!
Where did you hide the camera at our house? You are more than Tina Fey ever could hope to be!!
Perception versus reality is a nasty nasty beast sometimes. I can't say I've ever had this exact experience because I don't run. Ever. Maybe if I'm being chased or something. But the other day I got home from the grocery store and looked in the mirror, and there on my face was the evidence of my little "taste test" of the chocolate cake I had made earlier. Embarrassing.
I've caught my reflection in the side of the car also. That is the most unforgiving and distorting reflective surface ever!
OK the Patrick pic made me laugh out loud, and the uvula at the back of my throat got caught somewhere and it made this horrible noise. My wife came in and wondered if I was OK. Thanks tons for the sore throat.
Glad you didn't pass out! That would have been awful. And we all think we look better than we actually do-it shows we have confidence and that is hawt!
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