My biggest enemy is obviously myself. It’s weird though….the older I get the more I project self assurance…..even though that’s not what I see in the mirror. I think it is because I am so much more aware of who I am inside…..but I am really struggling with the outside. The girl has been faithfully taking my measurements although I haven’t upped the exercise so it is status quo. My bust is what varies week to week between 41 and 42, waist is still 36 and hips are still 41.
The morning time is the hardest, some days I leave with a pile of rejected clothes on my bed….once I am out of the house….and as long as I don’t pass a mirror….I am a confident woman. It doesn’t help that the mirror at work is a bad mirror. Bad mirrors were not something I ever thought about but there really is a difference….some mirrors are just bad.
I’m really not sure where this is coming from….I had a good day…it must be pure frustration. I have never had to struggle to lose weight…..I used to be that girl that someone would say”please God give her a cookie.” Damn metabolism….damn getting older……damn smoking for keeping me skinny for so long. It’s hard to be a former skinny girl……Zia