I'm not accepting the changes that are happening to my body as I approach 40. I'm not liking the 166 pounds that showed up on the doctor's scale at my physical a few weeks ago. I'm not liking my lower tolerance for alcohol and staying up late. I'm not happy about the wrinkles that are showing up and the silver hairs that are popping up more and more frequently.
There was a brief period of time when I felt pretty. When I could capture the eye of many when I entered a room. I used to feel at ease in my body and I liked what I saw in the mirror. I was a late bloomer, and it seemed that I had such a short blossom. Now I look in the mirror and see plump and slump and I don't like any of it.
I look in the mirror and I see that if I'm going to get back what I had it's going to take work and I am by nature LAZY. I know it's going to mean giving a few of those glasses of wine I have over the week. I know it means less junk food and late nights, and more running, and a healthier lifestyle. And...sigh. I'm so undisciplined and so busy and I have so many excuses.
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