Vanishing Belly
I was standing in a room the other day. Okay, so it was a bathroom. Anyway. I was standing in profile to this full length mirror on the door. And I stopped and stared. My breasts, smallish though they are, stuck out further in front than anything else. My belly is vanishing! yee haw!
In other news, I went to go swimming today. Let me tell you the ordeal this entails. The locker rooms are 3 floors above the pool. The pool has no space to change. So, you have to put on your swim suit, slide into your flip-flops, grab your gear and walk past the martial arts studio, the weights room, down another flight of stairs past the spinning room, down another flight to the pool. I get there. Wearing just my suit, my flip-flops and a white towel that has that I-am-not-great-at-laundry shade of pink tinting it, I get to the door leading to the pool. And its locked. I check the signs posted on the wall. I check the clock. Yup. It's 8am. The pool is supposed to be open for lap swimming from 7am until 9am. Is it? No. So, I knock. I rattle the door. Here comes another towel clad woman. We both kinda stare at the door. I give up. I walk back up the stairs, with my very dry hair, leaving the pool area, obviously not wet, I walk back up past the spinning room, past all the early morning weight lifting jocks, past the martial arts room. Back into the lockerroom. My flip-flops smacking on the floor in a very awkward manner. I put on pants, a t-shirt, and sneakers and go to the weightroom to do treadmill and then armwork.
I sometimes really hate depending on college kid life-guards for my zen-swim-time. Makes me miss the YMCA. That and at the Y I was mostly surrounded by old geezers, whereas here I'm surrounded by 18-21 year olds. I just turn on my newly acquired new york stare and think, "that's right, the fat lady is walking away from the pool in her floral fat lady swimming suit and silly pinkish towel... I'm cool."
My weight this morning was 208. Getting very close to that under-200 mark. But I refuse to anticipate it, or get all excited.
2 Comments:
I've been kind of following your blog after stumbling across it one day. I am really proud of you, if I can truly say that. You are doing such a good job with this whole process. I don't say that to be condescending because I am not much smaller than you, but I appreciated the way you didn't freak out about the chocolate that you had one day and you don't complain much...it kind of helps me when I am having a bad day. I have food issues and sometimes I freak out if I don't "do well" on a certain day. I know this is kind of weird, but seeing how well you are doing without being psycho about food helps me. I don't know. I guess I just wanted to commend you on your weight loss and your perseverance with it all.
Thanks for the comment. I sometimes wish I was more harsh with myself when I screw up. But, as long as I keep going, remember that tomorrow is a new day, I figure there's no changing the past. Though, I also tend not to post when I'm in a particularly foul mood, or in panic mode. Mostly because those happen late at night and I'm only around a computer during daylight hours. I read Dr. Weil's Optimal Health in 8 Weeks. Well, the first 4 weeks worth. And one of the best things I gleaned from the book was this little gem of a quote: "Attempting to quit is commitment to changing behavior, a measure of motivation, and whether you succeed or fail is less important than making the attempt."
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