Monday, February 09, 2015
Today I was at a rest stop restroom waiting for the kid and there was a full-length mirror. Now, I have avoided these like the plague for years; I always look away quickly when I see one and avert my eyes until it's safe. Today I decided to face the music, and finally look at myself. I look - normal. Average. In my jeans and bulky sweater, I just looked like another middle-ager. So on the one hand: a relief, that there's wasn't an overweight/obese image staring back at me. And on the other hand, a little bit of a brutal reality check, because despite how much better I feel now, I'm far from *thin*, and three months ago the image in the mirror would have been overweight/obese, and I would probably have reacted by going on a comfort food binge and thrown myself a private pity party. So, I've still got a ways to go, and will keep the imagined image of the former me in my mind as motivation.