7 Quick Takes...In The Fatroom

Joining Jen and all her masses of takers today. I have missed two weeks in a row and it seriously feels as if something is truly missing from my life. Truly. Today the Quick Takes are all about my fatroom. It wasn't always the "fatroom" it used to be affectionately referred to as the bathroom but I bought a new mirror and so the saga begins. I beg of you....please don't stop following me after reading this. It's a moment of weakness.

1. I bought a mirror for Kinsey's room because it was largish and cheap. I mean, inexpensive. And really, it was more of a tray of some sort...but huge. Then I decided I hated it. But not as a tray. I hated it as a mirror. So, I bought Kinsey another mirror. Which I also hate because it is too large but I don't care anymore and she likes it so whatev. The tray/mirror (what the heck is it???) sat in my den for a while. The longer it sat there, on the floor, with no home, the more fingerprints it gathered and the more sure I was someone would be "cut to ribbons" (as my mom used to say. what does that mean? horrific imagery. just horrific!) by the darn thing when it broke. Plus, I needed to clean my house because eleventybillion people were coming over for a birthday party. So I put it on the dresser in the bathroom.

2. This is an angle I never see of myself. I repeat NEVER. EVER. EVER. And wish I never, ever, ever had! It is directly across from the toilet and in front of the shower. Oh the joy!!!

3. Now I realize that most of you can imagine why this is a problem. It's fine if I am not wearing my glasses. I can't see a thing without them. And the saying "Ignorance is bliss" ain't no lie, folks!!!! I undressed, tossed my clothes in the hamper, stepped into the shower and turned around to close the shower curtain and there I am, unclothed with that HUGE (it may not seem that huge to you but you have never stood before it naked) mirror reflecting a beast never before seen and yet to be identified by zoologists, ecologists, or psychologists (which I now need). I was sure Shamu had invaded my bathroom. Free Willy, my gigantic behind, free my mind of the horror of that image! This is the closest likeness I could find. 

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4. So most people would take the mirror out, right? Not me. No! I have found inspiration in my disgust and shame. I SHALL lose this extra person that is hanging from my middle and behind for dear life. I shall! I am wrapping my mind around it and now when I get undressed in front of the mirror, I don't scream and hide my face in the bathmat. No! I stare...good and hard! And I berate myself for getting to this point. It's all very uplifting and super good for my emotional stability.

5. And now I say it! Out loud and in front of the masses (or at least in front of the five people who read this blog) because if I don't I shall never, ever lose this weight. It is the only way I will ever be able to motivate myself into losing it. I have to own it so here goes. My darling hubs, if it's not too late, I beg of you to close your eyes and cover your ears as you used to do when I weighed in while pregnant. I weigh a whopping 175 lbs. I have never in my life weighed this much and should never ever again. And this is where it begins. My fatloss journey.

6. My goal is 140, which is a weight I actually look really good at and what I weighed when I got married all those seven years ago, before two extra kids and 7 extra years destroyed my body, my youth, and my sleep routine.

 7. And this morning I started it off right. With the hubs handing me two volcano lava cakes which are chocolate cake with some sort of chocolate ooze in the middle that you are supposed to microwave and then eat warm. What the bleeping bleep? Why? Why? Why? He says it is my Valentine's Day gift. Argh! Really? And so, here goes nothing. I am going to set those lava cakes on my desk and stare at them until this weight is gone! Because I feel that if I can win against those stupid lava cakes then I can win against anything!

And with that, I send you over to Jen, where the grammar is correct, the pictures are inoffensive, and the takes are uplifting and happy. TGIF, people! TGIF!