Monday, April 28, 2008
You know those moments when you catch the image of yourself in a mirror or in a photo and it makes you want to call an optometrist? I had one of those moments today at the gym. I was putting my bathing suit on and glanced over my shoulder and saw a really overweight woman with the same suit. Of course, a quarter of a millisecond later I realized that woman was me.
How can I look at myself in the mirror every day and not see how overweight I am? Why does it take an unexpected odd-angled reflection or photo for me to see it? Is there some conspiracy between my eyes, brain and stomach that camouflages myself from me? Or do I have a case of a backwards body distortion disorder because I swear I have always thought I am skinnier than I truly am.
To compound all this I did my BMI today and according to my results I am OBESE! Me? Obese? Really? Isn't it just that those BMI creators have unrealistic expectations of a mature woman's body? No, I have to begin to accept how seriously overweight I am. Granted, after two more pounds of weight loss I'll be on the 'over' category but I am mystified at how I've been trucking along for years thinking that 'yea, I'm overweight but it's not that bad.' Well, it is that bad and it's time I acknowledge it and make my health and weight loss a priority!