Michelangelo, Personal Training, and Crazy People

More thoughts on body sculpting: 

I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free. --Michelangelo


In every block of marble I see a statue as plain as though it stood before me, shaped and perfect in attitude and action. I have only to hew away the rough walls that imprison the lovely apparition to reveal it to the other eyes as mine see it.  --Michelangelo


I know there is an angel inside me; I must chisel away with exercise until I find her. My "lovely apparition" is imprisoned in rough walls of fat and cellulite that I am painstakingly working to get off.

How long do you suppose it took Michelangelo to carve such a beautiful statue?

This angel is not Michelangelo's work. It's from an ad I saw for a garden statue. The instructions say that she must be sealed with polyurethane at least once a year or she will deteriorate. My body is like that; I left it unattended for too long and it started deteriorating. It will take a while before I get it back to beauty.

She caught my attention because she is weeping. Sometimes we must go through pain to attain the greater good. My legs hurt after Tuesday but they will heal and become stronger. 

I was the only one at sculpting class today, so I got a personal training session at no extra cost.

I was talking about my last blog entry and the comments I received, and my young, slim, attractive, son said the only people who feel like they "fit" in a gym are the ones who work out, like, 80 hours a week. They are crazy. (The rest of us just fake it, I guess.)