I feel horrified by the expansion of my flesh, ashamed that it matters to me so much, and defiant that I do not feel comfortable in my body. -Sark
The husband and I were going somewhere recently. He was driving. I kept catching glimpses of my face in the side mirror. I found myself staring, at my reflection and then down at my thighs. It happens when I start up my computer as well. I catch my reflection in the screen and am disgusted. I am tired of hating my appearance, hating my body. I am tired of looking at myself and seeing a double chin, jowls, a huge neck, giant arms, swollen fingers, muffin top, pooch, love handles, fupa (yes, I said it), saddlebags, cellulite, stretch marks, cankles... You name it.
Reason #1?
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P.S. Today is a weigh in day. I'm down 3.6 pounds since I last officially weighed in on August 30. At one point I was down over 5 pounds. It's time to get serious.
P.P.S. The puppy and I walked 2.2 miles today (40 minutes)
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