I’ll be the first to admit that I am not the most consistent exerciser, nor do I follow a Paleo/Organic/Raw Food/atkins type diet. I do ride my bike as much as I can, or go snowboarding, and try to hit the weights twice a week. But I do love my wine and I love to eat and I love sweets and I accept that my body will stay about 10-15 pounds above my ideal unless I change my lifestyle. And thats ok. I get it. I accept it’s under my control.
It’s taken a long time, but I have actually come to terms with my 40 something 10 pounds heavier year body in the past year or so.
All the biking has also made my quads much stronger (and bigger) which is also ok. Weights and hanging on to my bike for dear life has made my arm muscles stronger and more defined. All good things indeed.
Most days when I am at my local gym I am there in all my bare faced, sweaty glory (in opposing contrast to the 20 something ladies in full makeup) and I am totally ok with that as well. I feel good after working up a sweat and pumping some iron. I feel fit(ish) and confident. That is until I see THAT mirror…..
You might know THOSE mirrors, the ones that are less than flattering and can shatter your confidence in just one glance.
The irony is that I can move one mirror over and be like “ok – thats better” but the damage to my psyche has usually already been done. All the good feelings and the confidence gone. That negative self-talk creeps in and says “what’s the point” and “you look terrible”. It makes me want to run home and eat a bag of chocolate covered almonds and chase it with a box of wine.
But then I suck it up and look around and remember that no one is perfect. And I pick up my weights and move to the next mirror….