We were out running errands last Saturday: shopping, picking up odds and ends for our upcoming trip, and looking at cargo carriers for my Subaru (yes, we’re officially one of those cars you see on the highway!). I had been feeling pretty great about my weight loss efforts but was still kind of dreading the dressing room mirrors in Old Navy. I was almost prepared to face those darn mirrors, but I was not prepared for walking by one their ginormous mirrors in the middle of the store. Oh my. Ohmyohmyohmy. The unexpectedness of seeing myself like that almost made me crumple to the floor and cry. I know, I know…that sounds so dramatic, but I really don’t like looking at myself from a profile angle because it’s so unforgiving. This huge mirror caught me mid-stride at my least favorite angle and I was just totally caught off-guard. I hadn’t even made it to the dressing room yet and already felt terrible about myself…you can imagine how fast everything went downhill from there.
Looking back, I think what bothered me the most was that I was still frustrated and disappointed with my appearance. I knew that I had been working hard since January. I knew that I was so much stronger, could work out longer, and could run. I knew that I had already lost over 20 pounds. Yet I still let the reflection in the mirror become my enemy. That sucked.
Once again, I vented on Twitter and once again, my dear Twitter friends helped me through this little bump in the road. (There were more responses than this but some are private accounts and I didn’t want to post their info.)
I specifically posted these two responses because both of them really hit home with me. Scribble_Nibble didn’t know yet that the person ‘taking it away from me’ was ME, so reading that really opened my eyes. Jen’s tweet reminded me that I was making progress, and it was good to hear it from someone else. I know that I gush on and on about how much I appreciate my Twitter and blog friends, but it’s true. I do. You will never know how much your support, encouragement, reality checks, and honesty mean to me. <enter group hug here>
I’m sure you’re all crying out of pity for me and you feel so bad that I was sad, but I have good news for you! I turned that frown upside down! I took those lemons and made lemonade! I stopped making a mountain out of a mole hill! (You get the idea.)
So here’s a quiz for you, my lovely friends: What did Dawn do when her self-confidence took a nosedive?
Yep, that’s right! All of the above! I felt sorry for myself, I whined on Twitter, I moved on and scheduled workouts, and the next day, signed up for my second 5k. That 5k truly brought me back to normal and reminded me of how far I’ve come. I think I’ve lost my mind since then, because last night – get this – I signed up for an 8k with my friend Whitney. That’s almost five miles! And it’s in a month! And between now and then, I’ll be on a work trip for a week and have a 3.5 mile mud run! Like I said, I think I’ve lost my mind, but I kind of like this new crazy me.
So here are my questions for you: Have you ever had a sudden drop in self-confidence? What happened and what did you do to turn it around? Let’s figure out how to help each other through the rough patches!
P.S. – Please forgive me for my overuse of exclamation points in this post.