In high school, my daughter completed an International Baccalaureate subject in Art. Much of her art centered on a theme of beauty and a warped female interpretation of beauty. This “cutout book” was a satirical statement on how girls could reshape these works of fine art, by slimming down these ancient beauties.
She got rave reviews from the reviewer for this work in particular.
Lately, I’ve been wondering if I’ve become obsessed about getting to my goal weight. I simply will not eat carbs or sugar. It’s sort of like putting an aspirin between your legs to not get pregnant – I just won’t do it. I also was a little alarmed that I cut off the taping my foot doctor had done to my foot last week because it prevented me from swimming. I’ve been wondering if such extreme actions are really healthy mentally.
But, on the other hand, I get increasingly frustrated with the fat and flab I see now hanging from my arms, legs, and stomach showing up in my reflection in the mirror. It’s hanging around like guests at a party who won’t leave long after the party is over. I just want to be rid of it, so my mind starts thinking of ways I can cut corners. I’ve even thought of surgery and liposuction.
When I visited my daughter in Florida recently, I was very disappointed to discover I had gained four pounds upon my return. I’ve since lost them, but am still where I was a few weeks ago. So, my progress has stalled once again.
I’m considering going back to My Fit Foods for another 3-week period. I’m fairly sure I won’t have the same dramatic weight loss I had the first time ’round, but I thought it might help to introduce a new regime of eating healthy. I feel like I’m in a rut.