Or should I say, “Cow”? That description pretty much sums up my experience when I had to purchase a new pair of jeans two weeks ago–the ones that are now loose in the legs.
We don’t have any full body mirrors at home; when I do use them, it’s to glance quickly at my hair and fix it if need be. In other words, it’s been forever since I saw myself naked. My husband is normally with me when I shop for clothes so I don’t look in the dressing room mirror, I slip on the clothes and run out and ask his opinion. Anyway, this time I was alone…
When I saw my naked self in the mirror, tears filled my eyes and I was devastated. It was though I was looking an obese woman who I’d never seen before. This can’t be me, can it? “Yeah honey, it is you, there is no denying it,” said the voice in my head. I bought my jeans and promptly left the store.
On the drive home, I felt my blood pressure rise and when I stepped through the door I took it out on the family. “Hi honey. Hi mom. Did you have fun shopping?” were the words I was met with. I replied with a snarky, “Noooo”, then I headed to the kitchen…
My first desire was to go and grab some chips out of the cupboard and comfort myself. Filled with self-pity, I opened the cupboard door and was just about to reach in when reality set in–this is exactly how the obese woman in the mirror got that way. I closed the cupboard door, opened the broom closet and angrily began sweeping. Still feeling sorry for myself, I started emptying the dishwasher and clanking the dishes around so everyone would know it, lol.
After my small temper tantrum, I went to my room and wept. It was then that Donnie came in and spoke with me. He was very positive and supportive. He told me that there was nothing I could do about the past but I could change the future by working out and watching what I eat.
He was right. Tears and sorrow are not going to help me lose weight and get healthy. I needed to step up my workouts from three days a week to five or six and eat better…it’s the only way.
It’s been two weeks now since my dreadful shopping experience and I actually look forward to exercising daily. The pain I once had after working out is gone, but the Biggest Loser beginner segments of the tapes are still hard to get through. However, I’ve come a long way! I’m able to get in a few good jumping lunges and do a couple of regular, versus girlie, push-ups.
Lastly, I’m too embarrassed to post a picture of myself. But, so you know I’m not a size 10-12 fussing about being obese–I wear a size 20 in women’s Levis. I’m longing for the day I can wear a size 10-12 for the first time in many years.