Wednesday, June 8, 2011
New Sara & the Deathly Hollows
I look tired. I'm not tired (not any more tired than any other mother of small children, at any rate). Yesterday I looked REALLY tired & I was feeling fine. My mother gave me that mom look, "you look pekid, are you feeling all right?" I could here her eyes clucking over me.
So why is it that I look like I just pulled an all night-er with Charlie Sheen & the Gosselin Sextuplets? The fat has drained out of my face leaving dark hollows under my eyes. But rest easy, the fat under my chin seems to have a death grip on my jaw, so I won't be completely lonely.
What a funny process this is. On a slightly less funny note, I've come to a really comfortable place in regards to my sloooowww progress of late. I touched on it in another post...almost as a toss away, but the more I think about it, the more it makes sense. Ready for a truth bomb?
The way I eat, the way I exercise, the way I expose myself to perfect strangers (te he he): it's all a part of the way I LIVE now. As such, the scale becomes a side effect (like diarrhea or shortness of breath, only a little more pleasant). If I wouldn't be doing anything any differently, it doesn't matter how long it takes to get to "goal" weight. It will happen when it happens & in the meantime I'll just keep living my new life. Huh. Weird.