For the first time in my life, I have an image of my (relatively) Thin Self. I have, of course, deemed her the ever-creative Her (or She, depending on the sentence).
Every once in a while, I get an image of Her in the mirror, when the light and angle are just right. I can see what I would be like, if I just keep it up, if I just push myself harder and faster, if I push myself to the limits of what my body can do.
The thing is, there is a difference between Her and me. She works out religiously, every single day, and I’m just now getting there. She would pass on the cupcakes at Au Bon Pain in the atrium. She wouldn’t suggest going out to dinner… And then dessert. She doesn’t even have interest in the popcorn at theatres.
I can feel the gap closing, between me and Her. I am (I think) losing weight, and I am finally starting to live the life of a thin(ner) person.
This image is completely unique to my newest weight loss adventure, and it has been completely transformative. I can look in the mirror and see what I will become, if I just let it be so, if I just live like She would.
I think I can make it.