I Love My Body, I love my body, I love my body...

Went to work during the day today. Props to Mick having a day off.

Sometimes I forget that during normal work hours, engineers are roaming closely around the testers, fixing machines and watching us workout on them. today I remembered, so I wore my warm sweat pants, a cotton T-shirt and cotton socks with the intention of walking- no running. Partly because my knee has been giving me fits so I've nicely given it a three week break, and partly because all those wandering engineers arouse my running self consciousness.

I know, suck it up and get over it, right?

Next to me on a incline trainer was a cute twenty something size two brunette in her tight Capri leggings and sweatshirt. As the hour progressed and our bodies heated up, Size Two stripped down to her spaghetti strap tank and continued to walk in place up hill. You could tangibly feel the male eyes in the room drift in her direction.

I'm happy for Size Two. She has the perfect butt, young, no wrinkles, little life demands, probably fully functioning knees. A petite portion of human feminine perfection. But, for a split second I experienced a bout of body covetousness. Not for attention or gawking from slimy men- but for ease, for health and the ability to run with no bouncing. As quickly as jealousy engulfed me I remembered that I love sugar, and baking goodies. Oh, and chocolate. Sweet chocolate. Would I be willing to trade all those in for a size two? Nope, could not do it!

So I fought back.

I sucked up my sunken pride, forgot about cute little Size Two and proceeded to sweat my size 14 butt off for a few miles of running. Secretly I longed to morph to at least a size 10 by the time I was done. A little wishing never does any harm. But in reality I was just glad other eyes were away in a different room while my tail fat bounced up and down in an awkward motion.

When my work hours were complete, I clocked out, drove home and ate a handful of much deserved chocolate chips.

Take that Size Two.