I have a few friends that have informed me that my desire to lose a bunch of weight and become physically fit is a bit narcissistic....that I have some type of unhealthy love affair with my body image.
Oh brother....that could not be further from the truth.
You see, in my house, the only mirror I look at with any regularity is the one in my bathroom...and I only look there for shaving purposes. I don't want to see what is below my neck. But I did something today that I have rarely done; I stood in front of a full length mirror and looked at myself for a good 15 minutes. I mean....really looked.
It was painful. I did not like at all what I saw. Gone were the over sized shirts and there was my belly in all of it's sagging glory.
This is not me. This is not what I am. I want that fat man in the mirror to go away. Starting Monday....I will begin to transform that image in the mirror and extend my best if used by date.
Actually, I guess I started tonight. It's more than my body I want to work on.
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