The Real Jersey Shore
Today Chris and I took a trip to the REAL jersey shore. I’m not saying that there is a fake one, but I do think outsiders have a skewed view of this state. Mostly the fact that the beaches are filled with orange skanks, ridiculous looking “italian” men and red solo cups filled with cigarette buts and used forms of birth control. Well, actually . . . there are some places like that around here. But a real local knows where to escape the stereotypes.
Although we both have lived close to the shore all our lives, we aren’t really beach people *gasp*. I know people would kill to live 10 minutes from the beach, but you know what kills too? The sun on our ghostly skin. Plus we don’t like the humid heat so much. We still try to make a few trips every now and then.
We set up shop . . .
Read and relaxed . . .
And sort of made it into the water. Right now there are these weird jelly fish like things in the water called salves (or something like that). They aren’t harmful. In fact they are very environmentally friendly because they clean up the water. But these dudes are EVERYWHERE!
I heard someone say that the ocean feels like swimming in pool of tapioca. I also heard someone say that it was just hair gel of those “italian” men that washed off. We tried swimming for a bit, but it was just too weird.
Here are our beach bodies. . . . Here is mine anyway. Chris told me to take his picture off the blog
I’d be lying if I told you that seeing my picture didn’t make me want to dive head first into a bag of salad and start running 17 miles. I doubt that something that crazy would ever happen but I did get those really insecure obsessive diet driven thoughts in my head. I got over it for the most part. I’m stronger than that now. I know what I need to work on and I know how, and I am. It just has to be at my own pace. Not the pace that’s set by workout programs or media standards or even a lot of bloggers. Its mostly inside work and I continue to make progress every day. A year ago, I would NEVER even think of posting a picture of myself in a swimsuit for the world to see but here I am . . .
We maxed out at 3 hours like always, but we had a good time. No solo cups, no skanks, and no tan!
How do you feel when you see an unflattering picture of yourself?