She said something last night that is still on my mind, and I quote, “Everyday I look in the mirror I still see the 673 pound lady,”“I don’t recognize the body that I have, but the face is still mine.”
Powerful statement!
I know what she means by that. We tend to be our worst critic in life. You don't like your hair, legs are too short, or your butt is too big. There are days were we don't see what others see. Do I know I lost weight? Of course I do. The numbers on the scales went down and I shop at a different section of the store. Do I see it, honestly, not all the time. I remember being at Old Navy a few months ago and grabbing a size 14 knowing I was a 12. Why? Well, cause in my head I'm still the heavier me. For so many years I wanted to be a 14, my mind was stuck at the size. Maybe it was self reassurance to make sure I wasn't a 14 anymore that I grabbed those jeans. Who knows really. I grabbed a size 12 and went on my way. When I go shopping now...I FORCE myself to take size 10, the right size. It's a battle that I have with myself.
This isn't all the time! I also have those days when I look in the mirror and say...YOU DID IT!
I've been heavy and out of shape for most of my life. I will get used to the new me. Just a matter of time. I can wait :)
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