I’m actually beginning to like what I see in the mirror.
Only those of us who have developed that specific kind of tunnel vision that only allows one to focus on the “nice” and “passable” portions of our bodies when confronted (usually by surprise – like in shop windows) with a wide-screen, head-to-toe reflection of ourselves, will understand what a profound statement that is.
You know that mental cinematic trick that zooms in on a pretty nose or shapely ankles, and just fuzzes over the bulging hips and poochy belly in between? Well, for the first time in decades, the scale is my friend and I can actually see my butt lifting off my knees!
The magician’s wand that has helped me manifest this miracle is a free website on which I have been tracking my calories and carbs for the past six weeks. That, coupled with a final resigned acceptance that I really cannot eat wheat without it resulting in zeppelin-like bloating and stomach curling agony. So I’m down 9 lbs in 2 months and fast regaining my former sylph-like figure.
I tell The Centre of My Universe that I still have everything I had when I married him 26 years ago – it’s all just a little lower. But at least, soon, finally, it‘ll be almost the same size too …
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