Do you know what you look like?

I found this video today. One thing I hear over and over at WW meetings is we would never dream of saying some of the stuff we think about ourselves to any other person (well, most people wouldn't...) That is so true. And I can look back at pictures of myself, and know I felt like I was this horrible fat thing, and yet I looked so good to me now. The disconnect between what we see what we really look like is so profound. Some comments I saw about the video (from a guy) were that the women in a similar video from Dove were just being modest. Please. There is a big difference between just "being modest" and how these women were talking about themselves.

Contrast it to this guy I ran across in my job. We have this profile page where these experts are supposed to rate their expertise in order for us to gauge whether they would be a good fit to review a topic. This guy (I almost said "this tool"...) said, in both an email and in a section that was not meant for comments, that he is reticent to state that he is an expert, and the implication was because he was being modest. I found his comments very arrogant and annoying. Seriously, dude, we just want to know if you are a good fit to review certain topics: we aren't rating how modest and self-effacing you are! Now that is a good example of false modesty.

You can also pretty much always tell when someone is fishing for a compliment. You can just tell. You can. It's not rocket surgery (as a favorite named competing trivia team would say).

The other thing I want to say about this (before I eat my lunch, which is not getting any hotter) is that acceptance is difficult for me. To me, to say that I love me the way I am is like I'm saying I give in: I'm not going to try anymore. And I realize even my brain is rationalizing or simplifying the issue. There is no reason I can't love myself as I am and simultaneously aim to get healthier, which would include eating and exercising in order to get my cholesterol and blood pressure under control. But it just feels like I don't mean it. Possibly this is one reason I've had such a hard time getting and staying on the wagon this time... Hmmm...