I just got off the treadmill.
Trust me, I had motivation.
Each morning, after I finally roll out of bed, I get into my workout clothes and then stretch in the bedroom before walking down the hall to the room with the treadmill.
Today, for the first time and for reasons unknown, I happened to look in my full-length mirror while stretching.
So, I’m bent over in positions no one should see, with black sweat pants on and my legs spread wide.
I’m pretty much upside down and not wearing my glasses, when I look in the mirror and think, “what IS that?”
“Is that my ass?”
I start touching various body parts, still upside down and looking at the mirror though my legs, until I realize it is my belly.
Just hanging there.
Through my legs.
Visible on the other side.
Old Me would have said “Screw this, I’m too far gone” and climbed back into bed.
But New Me is trying to remember that this is not going to happen overnight.
I have to take it one day at a time.
Sometimes the big picture can get really overwhelming. Remember, I want to lose 100 pounds by Dec. 31.
That sounds astronomical.
But when I break it down to 2.3 pounds a week, it seems more doable.
This week, I’ve literally gone day by day. I wake up and tell myself, “Just today. That’s all I’m going to worry about. Get on the treadmill, eat right. Move more, eat less.”
And eventually, those days will turn into weeks and months, and I’ll see results.
I have to have faith.
Until then, I’m avoiding all mirrors while stretching.