One steamy hot, no-wind Chicago day, I recall walking past a large shop window and wondering, “who’s that guy being reflected back to me. That’s NOT me!!”
I’ll not forget that moment for some time to come, to say the least! That day, I stood there looking at myself from head to toe, NOT recognizing me. The thin, happy imagine in the window was NOT THE FAT, happy on the outside, miserable on the inside image I carried around in my sleepy, routine-laided “fat mind.” The shop just happened to be a clothing re-use shop for a local children’s hospital. I spied some shorts I thought would be MUCH cooler to enjoy than the baggy pair of pants I sported that day.
I went in. Examined the shorts. Sighed. “Too small” I thought. The likelihood of me fitting in a size 32 was laughable. Yet something inside me said – “SHUT UP! Try on the shorts. The worst that’ll happen is you’ll put them back on the rack.” Okay! Okay! I tried on the shorts with every intention of mocking myself for being so delusional!
I wandered into the dressing room. Baggy pants fall off easily you know! Slipped on the shorts. Without realizing it, I YELPED like I had just been surprised by a dear old friend materializing outta nowhere! Actually! I was surprised by a dear old friend – ME!
MY GAWD! Those shorts – a bit snug – not too uncomfortable – FIT!
Those shorts FIT! I could NOT believe it!
I gathered up my baggy pants and did a happy little Snoopy dance all the way to the cashier. The poor woman at the counter wondered if I had completely gone off (or overdosed) my meds! When I spotted her concern, I shared my story of retiring over 100 pounds little over six months ago (at that time). I continued to share how I thought I’d NEVER fit into a size 32 EVER again!
She was amazed to say the least. She also could stand to retire at least 100 pounds herself. Do you think she inquired about what I did? Nope! I didn’t press the issue. Everyone is perfect as is – right? When you’re ready to get healthy – you know it.
From that moment onward, I daily worked at syncing up the image I felt with the image I thought! Many times, I found myself in complete denial I had accomplished what I did! Each time my ego wanted to flog me with old stories and images, I’d walk up to my bathroom door’s full-length mirror and observe myself from head to toe. I gently rewired my internal image to match-up with real-time body. Granted! 35 years of being morbidly obese imprints an image that’s hard to change. As we all know, ‘change happens’ with every breath we take!
When I begin work with someone who’s goal is to retire 100 pounds or more, I help them retire their inner image as they retire unhealthy weight. The MORE my clients DO this work, the MORE quickly, safely, naturally retire unhealthy pounds! Go figure! Need help? I’m a phone away! 312-268-0000.