Reality Check

I have been very proud of myself. I've been doing good with my eating habits (all summer too), I've been exercising consistently and while I don't own a scale, I know for a fact that I have lost weight because a lot of my clothing has become loose and baggy (especially my two pairs of capris - to the point where I'm about to need a belt to keep them from sliding off my hips). I felt so good about myself on Saturday, that I "dressed" up. Of course, I had no illusions that I was thin or even in shape - but when I saw the downloaded pics a friend took of my at JPPD, I was horrified.

Who the hell is that fat old woman? OMGs, it's me. Holy crap, it's a fat hag with bat wings and I don't mean that in a good way either.

What the hell happened? I look in the mirror and I don't think I look that old or that fat. Am I that far removed from reality? I tried to talk to my husband about it but he told me I was way too hard on myself. Yeah, really. *rolls eyes*

I was looking forward to entering my crone-hood gracefully. Now it looks like I was unceremoniously dumped there on my ass in a big fat sweaty puddle of self-pity.

*sigh*