The Beginning

I’m out on a bike ride with friends yesterday, and my pal Christine and I were talking about exercise.  I told her that I hated running, but I love the biking.  I’m not fast, but I just keep going anyway.  She looked at me and said, “You’re a Viking!”  Her reasoning was that I like endurance sports and lifting weights.  I do CrossFit most of the time, and weather permitting, ride my bike.  I have to say, CrossFit kills me.  Some of the things they have us do… I feel like my heart could explode.  But my favorite parts are lifting weights.

That said, her semi-joking statement really struck a chord deep down inside my psyche or something.  I loved the thought!  Not because I like raping and pillaging, but because Viking women are not dainty little creatures who take duck-face selfies.  In my mind, a Viking woman is beautiful, smart, and strong in more ways than one.  And they are not frail.  I’ve been dealing with some self-hatred (for many years), and part of that is because I weigh a hefty amount, I have large melons, and I am TERRIBLE with diets.  I’m guessing I weigh around 175 lbs. right now.  I will never weigh 120 lbs.  But suddenly, it’s okay.  Viking women don’t weigh 120 lbs!

So, I realize I’m not a Viking.  I’m not going to start dressing in furs and get a helmet with horns.  I’m not going to slay somebody with a sword.  And I’m definitely not moving to Norway.  But the whole idea is that I come from a Norwegian family, along with Irish and Scottish.  I have a good chance of having ancestors that were strong fighters.  And that is what I’m choosing to embrace:  strength.  I’m deciding, as of yesterday, that I can be fit and not skinny.  I can be strong and proud.  I can have large melons and not be ashamed of them.  In my mind, Viking women had large breasts.  I don’t know why, but I’m rolling with it.

I do need to lose some fat and get more fit.  I want to be stronger, but I also want to ride my bike.  I want to be better at hills, and I plan on riding my first century (100 miles) at the end of the summer, just before my birthday.  I will become faster, healthier, and I WILL find beauty in my own body.  This blog will be part of my journey.lifting

Published by aimee

It all started with my friend, Christine. She called me a Viking. It's because I like endurance sports as well as lifting heavy things. Plus, my heritage includes Norwegians... It struck a chord somewhere deep down. I suddenly liked the idea of not having to be a small, slender person. I could be strong and thick. I could have mass. I don't want to be overweight or obese, mind you. I just don't like trying to be a waif when that is very likely unattainable to me. I have muscle (under this fat). I like being strong. So this is my journey of becoming more fit and liking the fact that I will never, NEVER weigh 120 pounds.

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