When I first began my weight loss journey I lived in a home that had mirrored closet doors. Now there's a real morale booster if there ever was one!
One night when I was reading in bed I looked over at myself and thought "you look like a giant ant hill or dirt mound!" I then proceeded to evaluate myself from various angles, the side, on my belly, and there was no way around it, I felt and looked ginormous. At 220 lbs and 5ft tall, few would disagree.
About a year into my journey, and dozens of pounds lost, I again found myself reading in bed on my side (I do this a lot) and when I looked at myself I was taken aback. Everything about me was smaller; my gut didn't hang as much, my legs were strong and toned from running and kickboxing, and even though I hadn't grown, I felt and looked leaner and taller due to regular Body Pump classes. I could see my collar bone. I thought to myself "I'd absolutely go to bed with this body!" HAHA. But I wasn't and am not thin or skinny by mass cultural standards. I don't think I'll ever be but that's not my goal. A strong and healthy body is. I've come to appreciate not only the body that had been submerged under layers and layers of fat, but also my efforts to unearth it. Make no mistake, I'll probably have lumps as well, but there are less of them and most now are a result of saggy skin that will either be toned up as I continue, or become less noticeable because my focus and attention is ongoing health, not all the ways I've sabotaged and abused my body with no exercise and endless eating.
I really have become curvynotlumpy!
