Friday, October 29, 2010
Every morning I wake up and look in the mirror. There is still, even after about a year at BMI 20.2-21, a certain amount of surprise. It's not really that I expect to see me fat again, it is more like I don't have an image of myself right now that I do expect to see.
In a way this morning surprise is good for me. When I'm not happy with the number on the scale, or I'm feeling bad about what I didn't quit eating the day before, the morning surprise helps me to be grateful, recognize what I have accomplished, and recommit to healthy eating.
I'm now one pound over what I was the day I left for my mom's house and four pounds over my "happy weight." I'll get there.