Harsh Reality: One morning I was rushing to get ready for work (as usual). I just finished applying my make-up and doing my hair. I dashed past my large freestanding mirror in the bedroom and immediately stopped in my tracks. I saw a little too much movement in the stomach and thigh area. I thought it was my imagination and I took a few steps back and looked again. I wasn’t my imagination. It was my reflection. My actual reflection. I eyes were fixated on my midsection. I was immediately saddened. My midsection was round and I mean rotund! How can this be me? How did I allow this to happen? Then I recalled the pizza I had for lunch and the birthday celebration that I attended at Olive Garden the day before and I had my answer. I surveyed the remainder of my physique starting from my feet, legs, thighs, midsection, chest, arms and finally my face. My eyes were misty and a look of remorse was plastered on my face. I threw on my clothes, grabbed my laptop bag and my leftovers from Olive Garden and ran out the door to get to work.