What I've found is that I care LESS than I used to and I let the negative thoughts drift away without ruining my day. It's not that I love seeing my belly sticking out beyond my chest, it's just what is. For me, now, it's about today, this precious, fleeting moment, not some fantasy world where everything will be OK once I:
- Lose weight
- Can wear a size 8
- Exercise XX minutes a day, every day
- Stop eating*
Everything is OK now. My belly is OK. My chin rolls are OK. TCB's dusty bureau in our bedroom is OK. Imperfections are not only OK, they are to be expected. I still have moments of fighting that essential truth, but they are fewer and shorter than before.
So I'm giving myself some time because this isn't a race.
* I was going to add some of my favorite foods and then realized that it's really correct now.