I DIDN’T find something in a hopeless place… April 4, 2012
So this morning was the first time I really, truly felt like nothing had changed. I looked in the mirror, and saw only the FattyMcFatfat that I’ve always seen. Ignoring the numbers on the scale (could be inaccurate), and the measurements on the tape (lies, obvs), I just KNEW that my body hadn’t changed at all.
I was a sad panda.
Then, when I was walking down the hall at work, I felt like something was missing out of my line of vision. My hair pulled back? Nope. My flabby arm wings? Nope, still there. Belly? N…wait… what?? I looked down, and all I could see were my boobs and my feet. I consciously pushed out my belly a little, as I (like most, I suspect) suck it in a lot at work. Nope, still MIA.
I didn’t even have this on my goal list, but as it turns out, it was a much-needed boost for me. It’s been at least 2 years since, when I looked down, I couldn’t see my belly below my boobs. At this point, I don’t even care if it’s weight loss, or more toning, or my bra, or just better posture. It was just what I needed in that moment.
In other news, I’ve decided to swap out my 50 lb reward. Instead of blowing $150 taking the whole fam to Red Lobster, we’ve decided to put all our extra dollars and cents right now into renting a vacation house for the ENTIRE MONTH OF AUGUST.
Guess I’d better work on that beach body.