At least for one month. Today's weigh in, the last first and the last for the month of July was 172.4.
Do you know what I realized the other day?
I only "hate" my body....I only pick my body apart...I only feel down and discouraged about my body...when I am comparing it to other's.
To put it in a this-is-never-going-to-happen-scenario-but-it-makes-a-point example: if I was on a stranded island and I was all alone, I doubt there would be a moment that I would look at my body or think of my body with disgust. It would be perfectly fine. I could collect coconuts. I could run from wild animals. I could swim. I could sunbathe nude.
But here in the real world, if I am surrounded by "nice body people", or at the beach and see stomach's without loose skin, or thighs that don't resemble elephant skin...well, then I start to compare. Same thing with my weight. I don't mind my body at this weight. Seriously. Sometimes I feel super fly. And I feel fit. But when I see or think of those of you who are 10, 20, 30 pounds lighter...I start to feel bad.
This was a good realization. It has helped me lately shut my brain up when it's talking the smack. So think about it. Do you do the same?