Kate and I are going to Hawaii for our honeymoon. It's going to be fun and relaxing. And it requires a swimsuit.
At Target, Kate was looking at the two piece swimsuits. I was in my head, wishing I could wear one too and damning the swimsuit manufacturers that don't make sexy one-piece suits. Kate tried on a couple and looked good (of course). I tried on two and looked in the mirror horrified.
I look in a mirror daily before I leave for work or weekend fun. My mirror only looks at the top half of me, though. The floor-length Target dressing room mirror showed me everything.
I am too snug in my clothes and don't look or feel the way I want, but I think of my "fat days" as behind me. I think of this time as the "after" time, the healthier time. The time when I know how to make good choices and have the tools to make my life healthier.
The Target mirror disagreed. The Target mirror focused on my huge thighs, my heavy stomach, my flabby arms. Normally I can focus on my beautiful hair, my lovely face, my nice curves. But in that dressing room, more undressed than dressed, I suddenly felt like I had uncovered the "fat girl" that I had been hiding from myself.
Between Kate, a hurt ankle, and an overwhelmed schedule I haven't been able to exercise. This week's food has been much better than last week's (and the week before). I feel like I can return to the healthy habits of before. Maybe not lose two pounds a week, but definitely lose rather than gain.
My current rules in Health Month are: tracking dinner before bed (5 days a week), stay under my calorie count (4 days a week), and drink at least 35 glasses of water a week. Tracking dinner before bed has helped me significantly, since that's when I normally binge. Staying under my calorie count 4 days a week is a struggle, especially without exercise, but I can do it.
The thing is, I can do it. I just need to be dedicated. Before, I didn't really have anything to be dedicated about. Kate thinks I'm beautiful, I normally think I'm okay looking, and well - that's what matters, right? But now I don't feel beautiful, and I am sure dedicated to changing that.
So, Target mirror, one day soon in the future, when we meet again, I am going to beat you.