I’ve mentioned before that I have spent most of my adult life at war with my body. But did I mention that one’s confidence is absolutely not improved when your boyfriend’s ex-wife is a yoga instructor? Yes, I’ve had to deal with the fact that the boyfriend’s ex is a svelte, well-centered, flexible yoga goddess, and I thought I had come to terms with it. But then today I get another reminder of my exercise shortcomings when the boyfriend tells me that the reason we’ve been having to pick the girls up at 7:30 in the morning on Saturdays is because ex-wife is in a running club. And this week she’s running 10 miles. Grand. Just grand.
August 30, 2008...6:00 am
where’s MY motivation???
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September 1, 2008 at 6:43 am
that sucks, lisa. although you are totally svelte (which i’m sure she doesn’t know how to spell).
September 2, 2008 at 11:23 am
ha ha. That made me laugh.
September 2, 2008 at 11:34 pm
My husband is a marathon runner, and I’m not sure I could run around the block!
Just keep in mind that yoga-queen is the “ex” and you’re the “here and now.”
September 3, 2008 at 9:38 am
Thanks, Eloise!
September 8, 2008 at 8:31 am
I totally empathise. Swarthy’s ex is a tiny, uber trendy blonde singer, with an album and a website (everything I’m not really) and just thinking about her gives me stomach ache. But Eloise is right, and I have to chant this to myself when I stumble across above ex in photos etc, they want to be with us. Plus, although exercise makes you feel good, doing it to the extreme makes for dull conversation I reckon. (Yoga instruction and running ten miles is extreme in my opinion. There’s no need!Where’s the time for wine and pizza?)
September 8, 2008 at 1:18 pm
Nice to know I’m not the only one in this situation, Stranger. And you’re right- I’ll take wine and pizza any day over running 10 miles!