While on vacation, I took a long walk for almost an hour by myself. I walked down to the pier and back to our beach site and I've never been more confident in a swimsuit in my life. I knew that I looked better than I have in seven years! It was huge for me.
I've lost about 15 lbs since the first of the year. Only 8 more to go. You'd think I'd be happy about that. And I am.
Yet I couldn't stop feeling a bit of disappointment. My thighs touched when I walked and I wasn't happy about my arms. Why is it that us women can never be happy even when we get to a good place with ourselves? There's always something else screaming at you to "LOSE MORE!" or "TONE THIS!" or "LOOK LIKE HER!" I understand why girls develop eating disorders.
After seeing literally hundreds of women in bikinis, I decided I was just going to have to work harder. I'll never be bikini worthy, but at least I can be even more confident next year, right?