There is nothing attractive about the accountability that goes with being surrounded by floor length mirrors while you sweat and work-out. Everywhere you look, there you are in all your chubby glory. You can't run away from yourself. It is it's own kind of motivation inspite of the trainer cajoling and pushing. My trainer requires 30 minutes of cardio from me
after our 45 minutes session. Today as I looked across at the mirrors from the elliptical machine, I could see myself in the corner where two walls of mirrors met. Like a fun house, the effect was to cut me down the middle vertically. For just a moment, I could see me as I used to be, as someone I'm going to be. So maybe mirrors aren't always all bad and mocking. Maybe.
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