Fact: I have a really hard time excepting compliments.
Fact #2: I have a reallllllllllllllllllllly hard time excepting compliments regarding recent weight loss, I turn every color of red, and usually end up saying ridiculous things in return.
I saw my lady-laser-bit lady last night. She got all touchy feeling and was full of compliments regarding my recent weight loss. She sees me every 5 weeks, so apparently she really notices it. When I was laying on the table (naked from the waist down - spread eagle, hot eh?) she touched my stomach and gushed some more about how much I've lost.
Truth be told, I have felt pretty svelte of late.
But sadly, when I look in the mirror that's not the first thing I see. What I do see, is my pootch. Sometimes I pick it up, and make it talk. "Hello, I'm Amy's flab"
Every part of my body is getting smaller. Every part of my body is getting toned. Except that blasted pootch. I've been living with this pootch for the better part of 7 years now, so I know there are no amount of crunches that will make it go away.
Even at my teeny-tiniest, the beloved pootch was still present.
I'm not exactly sure what the intention of this post really is. Maybe it's that I like my body from the waist down. Maybe it's that I accept my body from the waist up. Maybe I'm seeking reassurance that I'm not the only one that picks up their pootch and makes it talk?
...or maybe it's just that I'm my own worst critic.
It's all about perception baby.