Mirror, mirror.

After an extremely stressful few months, I am so disgusted with myself. We bought a new rv (some of the stress) and it has gigantic mirrors in the bedroom. Every time I walk in, I see the reflection of what I have become and am so disgusted. But I'm seeing this as a good thing. I want the reflection in those mirrors to be something I am proud of. So I am back on the wagon. And the stress will still be there, but I will not bail this time. I am determined to love myself.