I took Thirdborn to the library today for some one-on-one bonding time. The front doors to our local library are huge smoked glass sliding affairs that reflect like a fun house mirror - and they make me look really fat.
Today as I walked up to the doors I notice that something was missing.
Some of me was missing.
I'm sure I made a great visual to those on the other side of the doors. I am willing to bet that all the librarians were signaling to each other to get behind the desk and "check out that weird woman".
I stopped dead in front of the door with my load of books on my hip. Backed up. Walk forward. Walk back. Now forward. (and now we're doing the cha-cha......) Checked sideways.
I might not be losing very much poundage wise, but I can see a difference in the body image. And I like it. I'm not anywhere near ready for the cover of any magazine (nor will I ever be), but looking at my reflection, and liking it? That is such a strange concept to me. Usually I would avoid looking at all costs and speed up just to get through the darn doors and away from the visual of too much me.
I can't wait to go running tonight.