There is only one mirror in our house, the medicine cabinet over our bathroom sink.
This past weekend we went to Phoenix and stayed with my dad, and he has a full length mirror in his hallway.
I know after having three babies in four years has left me feeling not so fabulous, but I really had no idea how awful I look. Yeesh. You know how they talk about people who start out large and lose a lot of weight but still see the old them in the mirror? That is what is happening to me, in reverse. In my mind I am 25 pounds lighter and still in my pre-babies body. But my mind needs to catch up to reality, because this is not so good.
Knees down-no problems. Knees to hips-cellulite. Hips to chest-belly, muffin top, back fat. Chest to neck-arm fat. And all of this is packaged in cheap, ill-fitting, frumpy clothing.
Gross. Time to stop goofing around and get myself
back into shape. I’ve got my new running shoes, a favorite yoga DVD and tonight I’m going to find a good core/ab workout to start. My current goal is to run a straight mile without stopping. I don’t own a scale and don’t intend to buy one. All I want is to not be all bulgy, what weight or pants size isn’t important to me, but I do have a pair of size 11 jeans that I’d like to be able to wear.
I feel very fortunate that they only (haha, “only”) major change I need to make is in the physical activity department. We eat pretty well around here already, so there aren’t many changes there I need to make.
The next four nights are going to be workout DVDs since Jake is on night shifts. I want to start taking the kids on a short walk in the evenings too just to wind down the day and kill a little time so maybe we can bump back Lucy’s bedtime without making everyone in the house crazy.