Monday, March 30, 2015
We spent two nights in motel rooms over the weekend. The scariest thing in motel/hotel rooms for me is the large mirror in the bathroom. Over the years I learned to avoid looking in mirrors, and the ones in motel bathrooms are the worst. They're large, so hard to avoid looking at, and they're in the same room when I'm undressed.
This weekend, instead of looking away, I took a good look at myself in the mirror, at my unvarnished glory, as it was. I've become less reluctant to look at myself in clothes, but without camouflage was challenging. Clothing hides an abundance of imperfections; this weekend I saw the sags and droops. My body's dimensions have decreased, but the definition and firmness of my new shape need a lot of work.
So I guess that was a good wake-up call. I knew this before, but now I have indelible visual evidence that I am far from my fitness goal. It won't be enough to maintain on the food/weight side; I need to put more effort into exercise and fitness.