Wednesday, 26 September 2012
I wish I had ankles...
On looking at photos from this trip, I think I am lighter now than I was then. My face appears thinner, and the shorts I am wearing in the photos are at least 2 sizes too large now. I have changed quite a bit.
What hasn't changed - - I still have no ankles. Yes, I have to admit it, I have cankles. It's a shameful secret that I hide by preferentially wearing pants to hide my little Lulu legs.
I envy those women with ankles. I see women of size in my office and on the streets all the time with delicate feet and lovely, well defined ankles, and I am jealous. Me, I have these spatulate, size 11 hooves that come at the end of my tree trunk legs without even a hint of an ankle.
I hope that I will eventually develop ankles as I continue to lose the weight. I say "I hope so", because I have yet to stumble across exercises that allow me to spot train my ankles. For some reason, the ankle does not appear to be a focus area for most people. Perhaps it's because they, like most people, have ankles without needing to do anything special.
I would love to wear more skirts and dresses, but I am sensitive about my utter lack of definition in the ankle area. Cheekbones and clavicles I will eventually get. I can only hope that ankles come along for the ride...!