Physical Changes
The Biggest Loser Couples show brought back all of the contestants that had been voted off. The purpose was to weigh them all again and then the two with the highest percentage of weight loss would return to the competition. My husband and I like the weigh ins. It is very cool to see the before and after to see how much each individual has changed physically. My husband exclaims for each one as they are weighed in. We are both amazed at the physical transformation. Although my weight loss has taken longer than theirs, I have lost more weight than a few of them. I finally asked him if my body has changed that significantly. He exclaimed. The problem is that I do not have one of those before pictures to compare to and the picture in my head does not seem to be changing.
My body is smaller. I do not have a stitch of clothing that fits me. Everything I have just hangs on me so I know that I really have lost weight and the scale isn't just playing a horrid joke on me. So I finally stood naked in front of the mirror and stared trying to change that picture in my head. My face is thinner but why haven't I been able to see that? What happened to that chin? Moving south a bit I reach my problem spot, my belly. Yes, my belly is smaller. My pants will testify to that. I wore a pair of jeans today that I bought in October and at one point I sucked in my stomach and down they slid from my waist to my belly button. Well that would have been embarrassing.
Body image is a plague for women in this country. It is actually very sad. To hear women who are at a healthy weight beating themselves up because some part of their body is not perfect. Worse yet are those who are slighlty overweight who just hide from the world. Their life revolves around their dissatisfaction with their physical appearance. These women are not able to find joy because it is hiding behind that veil of perfection.
Even though I have been very large all of my adult life, I really have not disparaged my body. It was what it was and it was going to stay that way until I did something about it so I just accepted it and moved on. I must admit that while I was alright with my body, my fashion sense leaves much room for improvement. I tried to decorate it so that it would look decent and give people walking past me a pleasurable experience.
It is odd but I think I was able to accept my body easier before I started losing weight than I am now. I am almost at the halfway point and maybe I am just getting anxious. I know that when this is all said and done and I have waited however long the insurance company says, I will have to have some plastic surgery to remove excess skin. I think that now that I actually believe it is going to happen I am getting impatient.
Patience is a virtue and I am a virtuous woman so I guess I will just practice a little patience and enjoy the rest of the journey.
My body is smaller. I do not have a stitch of clothing that fits me. Everything I have just hangs on me so I know that I really have lost weight and the scale isn't just playing a horrid joke on me. So I finally stood naked in front of the mirror and stared trying to change that picture in my head. My face is thinner but why haven't I been able to see that? What happened to that chin? Moving south a bit I reach my problem spot, my belly. Yes, my belly is smaller. My pants will testify to that. I wore a pair of jeans today that I bought in October and at one point I sucked in my stomach and down they slid from my waist to my belly button. Well that would have been embarrassing.
Body image is a plague for women in this country. It is actually very sad. To hear women who are at a healthy weight beating themselves up because some part of their body is not perfect. Worse yet are those who are slighlty overweight who just hide from the world. Their life revolves around their dissatisfaction with their physical appearance. These women are not able to find joy because it is hiding behind that veil of perfection.
Even though I have been very large all of my adult life, I really have not disparaged my body. It was what it was and it was going to stay that way until I did something about it so I just accepted it and moved on. I must admit that while I was alright with my body, my fashion sense leaves much room for improvement. I tried to decorate it so that it would look decent and give people walking past me a pleasurable experience.
It is odd but I think I was able to accept my body easier before I started losing weight than I am now. I am almost at the halfway point and maybe I am just getting anxious. I know that when this is all said and done and I have waited however long the insurance company says, I will have to have some plastic surgery to remove excess skin. I think that now that I actually believe it is going to happen I am getting impatient.
Patience is a virtue and I am a virtuous woman so I guess I will just practice a little patience and enjoy the rest of the journey.
Congratulations on your tremendous success! As one who's battled with weight all her life, I know how hard it is to accept or get busy changing it. (Just remember this: I have a THIN identical twin sister and we work together...so things could always be worse.)
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