I’m sitting at my computer this past Saturday, happily typing along. I’m in my computer room, got my head phones on. The sun is shining through the window and plastering my legs. I’m hoping I’m picking up a bit of a tan off it, but not getting my hopes up. All in all, it’s a great day and even better writing time.
And then I go to a website. And the website has a solid color background. And because of the sun hitting my computer screen, I get a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
Now you know on tv where women will stop in the mirror and scream at their appearence? You know the drill, typically the crush of their life is waiting downstairs or they’ve just had a run in with the man. What’s wrong with what they see? Maybe some smudged eye makeup or perhaps a bad hair do that hasn’t a shot in you know where of behaving a little.
I’ve always found these moments completely unbelieveable. I mean seriously? Acually yelp out loud? It’s never that bad. But oh, baby, when you’re taken by surprise, it IS that bad.
Had I not been in speechless shock by what I saw in my reflection, I too would have yelped and alerted anyone within a two mile radius. Do you know what I saw?
A double-chin. Or the makings of one.
And that’s just not cool. Not with me. Ever. Especially not while I’m still a few decades from reaching the top of that blasted hill. If you’re a long time reader, then you know I’ve been battling weight-loss. A whole 15 pounds of weight left to go.
I’ve lost three in the past few weeks. Which I’m thankful for. But after seeing that chin in my reflection, that just kicked me in the rear to work a little harder. I think it’s time to crawl back on that bike once day.
Have you ever had a real-life scream at the way you look moment? Or have you always found them a bit over the top?
Keri Ford
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I soooo know where you’re coming from. I actually went shopping yesterday, and, ahem, I didn’t buy anything because I refuse to buy that size.
And to top it off, this morning as I was sitting at the computer doing last minute check of messages, etc., my six year old told me that I looked like Snape from Harry Potter.
Great.
Snape huh? That’s a sexy image on a girl.
I haven’t went clothes shopping in a long time because I know the size I’ll be reaching for won’t make it past my thighs. Apparently, I’ll have to go up in a size in turtle necks if this weight doesn’t get under control!
Never yelped, but I’ve been surprised before when I looked in a mirror..maybe a groan.
I HATE shopping for clothes. It’d be better if someone handed me clothes to try on after the size tag has been cut from them.
Shopping that way wouldn’t work for me, Cyndi. I can hold up a pair of pants and think, Gee the butt on these things look huge. No way will that fit. And you know what? I was right, they didn’t fit. They were too small.
My shopping of late has been hitting the $5 items at wal-mart. I figure they don’t size the same as my expensive jeans and clothes and that’s why I’m wearing a bigger size.
Ah, mirrors. My mother used to make me groan when she would lament about catching sight of herself in a mirror and seeing this old woman. Since my mother was vain in a very comfortable way — it was important to her to look her best at all times, which she passed down to her daughters — and since until JUST before her death (at 89) she could and often did pass as an attractive woman in her 60s, I thought that mirror stuff was a load of nonsense.
Greater age means greater wisdom. It’s in places like the supermarket, where there are mirrors in unexpected places, that I suddenly notice this definitely middle-aged woman (and past, on bad days) looking suspiciously at the zucchini, or striding purposefully toward the dairy section. Since that can’t POSSIBLY be me, I lean to the theory that somewhere there is a definitely unattractive woman who has carefully compiled a matching wardrobe and plans to shop when I am shopping . . .
Hmmm. I have to confess. I have no idea how I came out as anonymous, but anonymous is me.
As, probably, is that unattractive woman.
HA! Beppie that’s funny. I don’t even think to look in the supermarket mirror. Toddler and all. Hey, I wonder if that woman dresses like me and sneaks around my house, only to pop out when I’m looking in the mirror. Or I KNOW, there’s some freaky twin that jumps in front of me just before someone takes my picture. Because I can tell you, that woman with big hips and limp hair frozen for ever is sooo not me.
Just so y’all know, I made a hair appt. for tomorrow. I am getting rid of my Snape look.
I remember shopping with some girlfriends a few years ago in this quaint little town. One of the stores had all these cool mirrors in it. As we’re wandering around looking, I hear one of the girl call out, “Oh my god, my mother is here.”
Well, I thought she really was there and went to say hi, only to find my friend staring into the mirror. She turned to me and said, “I’ve become my mom.”
You ladies got me giggling! How on earth did things change so quickly. It happened overnight. LOL I used to be so put together. Honest.
I’ve been hanging on to clothes for years thinking someday I’ll get back into them. Not gonna happen!
LOL, her mother! Too funny, Vicki. I’m thinking of the fellow shoppers and store clerks getting a kick out of seeing this.
Melissa, it does change quick. You can diet for 6 months to get weight off, but man, that stuff can pack it on in one.
I used to keep myself somewhat put together as well. But when none of my clothes fit, it’s hard to maintain that togetherness!