I think there is no rude awakening more difficult and disturbing to an overweight guy or gal than to see his or herself in a full-length department store dressing room mirror! 
It’s a good idea to see the state of one’s physicality every now and then.

Honesty is the best policy.

The harsh lighting and the full-length mirror reveals the truth, and in my case, the truth hurts.

So, what can I do about it?

I appreciate that, although silent, the mirror speaks volumes through it’s reflection.

Snow White would not be pleased if she were me. 

The difference would go like this.

Me:

“Mirror, mirror on the wall, who’s the fairest of them all?”

Mirror:

“I can’t find anything nice to say right now. I don’t want you to smash me, so you’ll have to be the one who decides!”

Me:

“Thanks a lot, mirror!”

Feeling frustrated and fat, I did not purchase the chic pant suit I tried on. The reason? My thighs looked like they were bulging through the flimsy fabric. 

On the display model, the suit looked smooth and smart, on me the suit just looked stupid and strained!

So, no sale.

I hurriedly put back on my stolid dark baggy pants, my long-sleeved T-shirt, and my loud neon yellow & conservative navy-blue Saucony running shoes. 

I left the suit behind in the dressing room. I had enough humiliation for one day.

Needless to say, I have to step up my fitness endeavours.

I will do my best to find my way through to slim down with healthy exercise and nutrition, so next time I meet a dressing room mirror I won’t feel so sorry for myself!.

Comfort may be King, but I would rather be able to wear high-heels, short dresses and strut around like a celebrity fashion Queen!