Back on the Road to Onederland

Well, I finally cracked that plateau I'd been on for two months.

Remember the red plaid dress that was supposed to revitalize my resolve to lose weight? (The Target Now In the Sights. See Previous Posts in this blog.)

Nope. Didn't do it.

Nor did the size-16 jeans my DD shrank out of. (Dang! I was going to get skinny first and show her how good she could look when she got old. But then she lost 6 pounds while she was in Italy and it motivated her to keep going. Unfortunately, I can't afford a trip to Italy at the moment.)

Nor the two pant suits that my office manager and fellow Weight-Watchers-at-Work meeting attendee shrank out of last week and gifted to me.

No. This is what did it.

Tower Market on Portola. More correctly, Mollie Stone's Tower Market on Portola.

I rarely shop there unless I happen to be passing by on my way home at a time when I'm tired and desperately need to pick up something and the thought of driving past home to go to my regular store is too much to bear.

That is why I had no idea that the solution to my problem plateau hung right inside the entrance.

You can't miss it. It's a huge, round, convex mirror. It's the kind that you put at the end of a driveway or garage or a blind curve in an alleyway to avoid collisions.

Ouch!

See the biggest mirror in my apartment is the one on the medicine chest in the bathroom.

When you walk into Mollie Stone's Tower Market you just can't help but stare up into that big, round, convex mirror because your own motion above your head draws you into it.

What did I see when I looked up there?

I'm still fat.

That's all it took. A loss of 25 pounds seems like a lot to most people. But when it's only about a quarter of what you need to lose, it takes something like the sight of yourself in a big, round, convex mirror to realize you're not finished losing weight yet, Darling!

Ahem.

So....

At weigh-in yesterday I'd lost 1.2 pounds for a total of 26.2 pounds down. I'm back on the road to Onederland!

When I hit 50, I think I'll do some grocery shopping on Portola.

If that doesn't work, I'll go look for a House of Mirrors at Pier 39.