Sunday, September 12, 2010


So...I'm getting honked at again. 

Allow me to explain.

I spent most of my adult life so far getting honked at, catcalled, and just generally being objectified.  I'm not telling you that because I feel special, I'm telling you that because an interesting thing happened when I porked up a few years ago.  Well, maybe not so interesting...expected, really.  I stopped getting honked at as much.  I wasn't really getting whistled at.  And truth be told, it was a bit sad.  Do I want to be objectified?  Well, I'd like to always be able to say no and mean it, but I can't.  What can I say?  Approval is nice.  Of course, Hubs has always approved of me, and he makes me feel sexier than any other man in the universe could, but it still makes me feel a little powerful when someone else finds me attractive.  It's pathetic, I know.  So yeah, if I'm being honest, I was a little disappointed when I wasn't getting as much attention.  Isn't that so sick?  It is...I realize that.

But hey, good news.  Probably since I was at the 50-pounds-lost mark, I started getting attention again.  Yesterday when I was on my way to the spa, I got honked at twice on the highway and once when I got out of my car in the spa parking lot.  While I have no desire to turn on any men other than Hubs, it does make me feel pretty good about myself.  I know, I know...feeling good should come from inside.  But I firmly believe that anyone who says outside approval doesn't give them at least a little pleasure is lying through his/her teeth.

Well, this may be my most self-centered blog entry yet.  I may lose a few readers, but at least I'm being honest!

I'll leave you with a few pictures from our recent mountain climbing trip.  We hiked a 4,000-footer in the White Mountains, plus a few other mountains/trails.  It was a good time, and just like once before,  I was proud of my body for allowing me this pleasure.  I've come a long way, number on the scale be damned!

(You'll notice I have no number for you.  I'll be weighing in next back from vacation on Tuesday and didn't particularly want to see the damage this week!  LOL)


Miss M.J. Ma'am said...

I take all the empowerment I can get! :)

Randy said...

Hey welcome back! I thought you disappeared forever! The White Mountains look great! We have a range over here in So-Cal called the "Santa Ana" mountains, the highest peak being Santiago at 5,700 ft. I've kicked my own ass a few times out there hiking about 20 miles one day, but I haven't been out there in years and I miss it! Glad you found time to experience it again, and thanks for the inspiration. *honk*

Nicole said...

Randy, it sounds great out there! 5,700 feet...I'd love to tackle that.

Thanks for commenting, guys! :)

Barbara said...

You've said what so many of us just think (but never admit out loud!). I rant and rave about the emphasis on physical "beauty" and then go out and buy 20 different shades of lip gloss (yes, even at my age).

I don't blame you for wanting to be seen as a hottie ... because you ARE. And you're a walking example of why exercise is important. You look much much thinner than a non-exerciser who weighs the exact same amount.


Nicole said...

Barbara, you're so awesome. :) Thanks for such a sweet, supportive comment!!!