I find the body to be an amazing and beautiful machine — only I don’t actually think of it as a machine per se. My own body, however, I often find less amazing and beautiful than I’d like. It’s true. I look in the mirror, searching for the same beauty I see in others only to find fault. I’m a Boston-bound runner for gosh sake. I should look the part: long, LEAN, vibrant, and FAST. I dress and hope that those around me do not look on with the same critical eye as I do.
In the meantime, I implement measures that I hope will create the changes I desire. Turning my focus to nutrition, I note my tendency towards processed carbohydrates for breakfast. This set up, sets the stage for the day ahead where I continue to eat from convenience instead of health. Beyond making changes in my eating habits (not dieting), I’ve also made a conscious effort to take my daily vitamins on a daily (rather than monthly) basis, and have added a few other supplements which I hope will enhance my overall health — that is, if I can stomach them.
But instead of giving these new measures time to work, I’ve noticed my critical eye has opened wider than ever before. I grasp my roll of fat, turn my backside to the mirror to gasp in horror, and step onto my bathroom scale at every undressed opportunity. Where are my results? I don’t see them, and it’s already been ONE ENTIRE WEEK!