Short Round

So dressing room mirrors make no sense. One would think a department store would want their clientele looking at their reflections with amazement at how flattering the garments look in the perfect lighting. Yet, the fluorescent and stark light beams down as harsh as a 13 year old girl pointing out all flaws and magnifying each bump, spot, and blemish beyond the capabilities of even the most skilled at denial.

Today, the mirrors in the fitting room at Kohl's reminded me of my shortcomings. Literally.

I know I'm not even close to average height for my age, but I love to forget... and just feel like my legs go all the way to the ground. Yet, the mirror tells no lies (except that it swears that left is right and right is left)... Also, the stupid mirror made me feel chubby... I really hate that!

All of my changes in eating patterns, every squat, lunge, push-up (albeit, the sissy kind), and every time I said "no, thanks" to cake can't be seen in this evil reflective surface. It's only a matter of time before truth becomes reality, but I will need to push every bit of willpower to the surface so I can get past this reminder that, as of now, my progress is in progress.

I'm Still Here

I really want to like Atlas Shrugged. I feel like I'm forcing myself to read it though. I got all the way through Chapter 1 and I felt like I do when I chug the last two cups of water to hit my daily fluid intake goal.

I don't know what it is, but it just doesn't quite grab me... Yet... Because what I've heard is that it is a very compelling and memorable story.

The same thing is going on with my nutrition. I'm not at all interested in the right foods as I was Pre-Easter. It's like the salvation of the Lord stirred up a burning passion for all things fried and crunchy.

I've not gone anywhere near the deep end, not even to the water, but I am full on struggling to keep my mind and body focused on the long term benefit of not giving in to temptations like boneless buffalo wings dipped in blue cheese... Oh man, I can hardly type that without salivating.

I'm hoping to get back into the swing of things with going to the gym too. The twice weekly visits have waned due to illness, injury, and really convincing excuses and getting back on track has been hard.


I've been in the "I want to be healthy" club for a long time and am still not close to goal number one... "Make peace with the fact that I must make changes in order to change."

So I am taking my tiny milestones of having lost and kept off 10lbs and always returning to a cleaner eating lifestyle and running with them, rather than giving up and buying stretch pants and cheeseburgers.

Lifelong change needs to happen now for this to be the year I finally get the weight off and get stronger...

I wanna do a push up... and, by the end of this year... ONE CHIN UP!!!