What I mean to say is that, at times, I'll be working out and finish and feel pumped! Like, yay! I did it! And I think: I am so getting fit now! And then I look down and ugh, there is the flabby belly and it sure takes the wind out of my sails. It's almost like I've forgotten I'm fat for a bit and then there it is.
It frustrates me because it just depletes my feeling of accomplishment. Most days I'm smart enough to remember not to look down and just enjoy the accomplishment. Some days I forget, like today.