I received a bunch of compliments from different people yesterday regarding my looks. Compliments are nice. I’m getting better at saying “Why, thank you” as I back away from the conversation.
Yesterday my favorite neighbor told me that I’m looking great and that he’s amazed at how quickly the changes have occurred. He said he’s never seen anything like it and asked if I’ve been working out a lot. I told him that all I do is walk and that it’s most likely my food that should take the credit for my success.
I’ve also started to compliment myself more. I’m my own cheerleader, after all. I push myself to do all that I can do but I also congratulate myself. I feel like a superhero sometimes. This is going to sound dumb, but I take great pleasure in jumping onto things and jogging for short lengths. I enjoy being a sweaty mess and seeing the number of steps on my fitbit climb up and up.
I don’t avoid the mirror anymore. I used to sneak past them because seeing myself would upset me. The amount of selfies I take has skyrocketed.
I’ve been wearing my spanx less and less. I am looking forward to the day when my body makes my spanx obsolete. Someday, someday.