Disclaimer: since I’ve become properly obese, I re-read these old posts and see my body dysmorphia and obsession with food and weight. It’s sad to me now.
Previous post on fatness.
The ten pounds I put on between Mother’s Day and Father’s Day has finally started to move off. I’m actually down two whole pounds (sarcasm). I’m facing the uncomfortable truth that weight loss becomes an even slower process in middle age. But at the age of 45, I have realized that no matter how old I am, I am the youngest I’ll ever be again, so I’m starting a new habit of looking in the mirror and saying, I look great! I’m never going to be this young again! In ten years, or even five, I’ll look at photos of me now and think, ‘I looked great! I should have appreciated it more.’
Good for you! I know how hard it is to get back on track and I am sending many positive vibes your way.
I like that philosophy, Reg. 🙂
Thanks, Mick!
Sandii, why are you anonymous here?
i love it – i'm a big believer in always loving yourself now!
San
xxx
2lb loss is ok, just take a look and feel something weighing that amount (like a bag of sugar) and realise what you've actually lost.
Great philosophy about youngest you're ever going to be again, I like that one.
Good photo of you.