Yesterday, J and I did a little shopping (BTW, it was and still is a cold day in Georgia) for the house. One of the items we purchased was a full length mirror. Don't ask me how I've been getting dressed for the last 2 months. Let's just say standing if front of a man and asking him if he thinks your shoes "go with" your dress isn't the best way for a woman to feel like she's dressed right before heading out the door. But I survived. At least no one gave me doubtful looks when I showed up places.
Anyway, so we brought the mirror home and placed it up against the wall in the bedroom. I was very excited to see myself, all of me, finally, in the mirror. However, that excitement didn't last long because what I saw when I looked in that mirror was not the image I am used to seeing in the bathroom mirror. I looked a little bulky in the mid-section, despite my sensible diet and recent exercise routine of walking a mile a day. I was hoping to see a little less bulk and a little more tone and skinny me.
And as I stood in front of the mirror feeling miserable, while this oh-so-caring man tried to cheer me up by telling me how beautiful I am, I couldn't help but wonder why I was looking for such quick results. I'm only 8 days into the program and I've been doing an average of 15 sit-ups in addition to my brisk walking exercises. (I don't even think yesterday's walk counts because it was a stroll with J to the wine store.) I have to keep reminding myself that it takes time. When a seed is planted, it takes some time for the seed to sprout and later grow. And then even a little more time before it begins to bear fruit. And I also have to keep reminding myself that the ultimate goal for this new routine is not to lose weight, but to honor myself by staying healthy and self-aware. Any weight loss I gain in the process will be a bonus for my efforts and commitment to myself. Needless to say, it's easier said than done.