Lately, when I look in the mirror, I find myself dwelling on my body’s faults.  I look so much better than I did, but my stomach isn’t flat yet.  My thighs are still too big.  My arms are showing definition, but they aren’t perfect.   

Then this morning, John says to me “You are getting sexier and sexier every day.”  Not only did that earn him more good husband points than possibly any other statement he’s ever made, and make me feel very, very good about myself, but it also got me to thinking.  Why have I gone from being excited about the positives to being focused on the negatives?   

It’s interesting to realize that my body image is shifting so quickly.  I look and feel so much better than I did at this time last year.  It’s not arrogant to say that if it is true, right? I was miserable about the state of my body before I started losing weight and getting fit.   When I stop and think about it, of course I’m happy with the way I look now.  Yes, I’m still in transition, but what exactly am I expecting here?  I could lose another 40 pounds, and I probably still wouldn’t look like one of those Hollywood starlet types.  I don’t even really want to look like them.  I’d prefer to achieve the healthy athletic look than the skinny sickly look. 

So I’ll just be over here concentrating on being happy for what I’ve already accomplished and not getting down on myself about what I still need to do.  And I’d like to thank my husband for never making me feel bad about my body in the first place, making me feel so good about it today and finally, opening my eyes to what I was starting to do to myself, for no good reason at all.