Body image check time.
There’s been another drastic (well, drastic to me, anyway) shift in how my body looks. I doubled my weight loss, pretty much, in the months since I quit my job. I have much better control over what I eat now; no snacks and candy sitting everywhere. My only indulgence is the weekly dinner out with David, when I let myself eat too much sushi. And my body seems to have muscled up even more, so even though the weight isn’t gone, the composition has changed.
I was reading in the bath earlier today, and noticing that it took forever to fill the tub with hot water. (BPAL Gula bath oil, by the way. Yum.) And then when the tub was full, I was rattling around in it. I am smaller. There’s no overlooking it any more. I don’t think of myself as athletic but when I look down at my legs I have to reconsider that. They look so different from any way they’ve looked before in my life. Yeah, there’s pudge still, but there’s also muscle definition. Wild.
It’s taking a long time and it’s a lot of hard work. I enjoy the work, at least, and I really love how good I feel these days. I feel bouncy and energetic. I run up stairs like they’re not there. My posture is fabulous. But I guess it took me ten years to gain this weight, so it shouldn’t shock me if it takes five years to get it off again. This time I hope it comes off in a way that stays off.
Remind me to try climbing again this week. I think my toes can take it.
