I went to a zumba class. This particular class and gym has a mirror all across the front. AND, the spot that was available was right in front of the mirror - front row - not good. I was wearing a loose dry fit shirt (need to get new fitness tops) and clingy dry fit long shorts. My arms were bare, the inner legs were all visible, etc.
Well, I could see, the entire workout how jiggly I was. My upper arm batwings were flapping all over the place, my soft tummy became all too apparent and my jiggly inner things were, well, jiggling. There was a young lady behind me - all of 19 tops and she was thin, but not very fit. I am quite fit by now. So yes, I jump and twist and MOVE because I can and I want to lose the weight.
But, I don't like seeing the jiggly stuff. And I could see this perfect specimen of a young girl behind me occasionally taking a look at my jiggly arms. They probably fascinated her and grossed her out at the same time - probably hoping "Man, when I get old like her I sure hope my arms don't jiggle like that!"
So, on the day I was feeling so good and so happy about reaching such a huge milestone, I also felt a bit defeated. Look what I have done to my body with carrying all that weight for all those years? Yes, I know it will still shrink up and I look a heck of a lot better now than then and most importantly my health is great, but STILL... there will always be evidence of the weight.
Yes, I had a bit of a whoa is me moment. But, my husband thinks I'm beautiful. People say I'm radiating. And I love how I look in clothes - for the first time in a realllllly long time. I'm trying to keep that all in my head!