It’s been great to hear those three magic words: “You’ve lost weight!” I think that’s even in a commercial for Weight Watchers or some other program. But after one of my husband’s friends said it over the weekend, I did find myself wondering just what I looked like before… typical woman, right?
Not exactly. In my mind, I’ve always looked this way. My mind’s image of me is at about 130, give or take a couple. I know this is true because there were days when I was walking down the street and would glance over at MY reflection in some store window and it would actually take me a moment to figure out that the slightly chubby woman was me. Pictures always shocked me. Is it ignorance? Complacency? Healthy body image?
I don’t know for sure. But what it DOES tell me is that weighing myself EVERY Friday is imperative. I can’t trust my mind’s eye, clearly. I need a second opinion (the scale’s) as far as my weight is concerned. And if my clothes are feeling tight — it’s NOT because of the dryer (shrinkage!).
While I realize my weight will likely fluctuate — if I catch myself before 10, 15, 20 pounds pile on — correcting the problem will be far easier. Even if I do look great in my head.