Something good is happening lately -- I feel fitter, happier, and in control. My clothes seem to fit better than they used to and I'm more energized and confident. No, it's not the latest fad diet. I haven't changed a thing about my workout routine. Here's the thing: I no longer own a full-length mirror.
For me to spend ONE MINUTE obsessing about something as trivial as my weight is not just ridiculous, it's a bit obscene. In the way that having a bowling alley in a private home is a bit obscene. I was suddenly shocked at myself. That I would spend even one minute of this glorious life beating myself up seemed, at the very, very least, pitifully ungrateful.