Mad Lib
I can't remember whose blog I read this on...but it was a 'fill in the blanks' kind of exercise. The exercise told you what kind of word you were supposed to fill in...and you picked your own.
It was meant to make you feel all good and powerful, but it didn't do that for me, as you will see from my answers.
But what it did do was give me something to think about. It helped me identify feelings I need to work on.
So here is the sad truth:
If I woke up one morning suddenly adoring my body, the first thing I’d do is dress up and head out to a dance club with friends.
I’d allow myself to eat ________favorite indulgent food________ when I felt like it because I’d know that moderation,
not deprivation or overindulgence, is the healthiest way to go.I couldn't think of anything. I cannot imagine ever being able to control myself around indulgent foods.
I’d exercise to have fun and keep my body healthy, (rather than lose five more pounds, or to work off last night’s dessert, or this morning’s binge), so I’d stop _____dreaded exercise ending in "ing"______ and ______favorite heart-pumping activity______ instead. I actually like and hate running at the same time. Even if I were slim, I wouldn't give it up.
I’d finally be fearless enough to ______something you are afraid to do______, and I wouldn’t feel self-conscious or bad about it, and anyone who would look down on me is just a/an ___________insulting name____________ anyway. Couldn't think of anything.
When I get home, a romp between the sheets would be __________glowing adjective__________ because I wouldn’t be bashful about ripping off my clothes. Hell, I bet it would be better than that scene in ___steamiest movie you've ever seen__. Actually, I bet it would be pretty crap and I would go and cry afterwards, like I always do, because I have always hated the way I look, fat or thin. And my boobs are disgusting.
This is where I gave up : )
Can you ladies tell it's that time of the month again?
R xxx