My body image, my self image and my mind go alternatively crazy and sane in spurts.
I think, when I'm working out, that I have my food in line and everything in order. I feel good about myself and think that I'm thin and powerful.
And then I can spend a day not working out, like today, when I'm so exhausted I can't think straight and so overwhelmed with SO.MUCH.STUFF. to do - and feel like absolute crap about myself. If I pass a mirror, I scowl grumpily at my reflection, zeroing in on my stomach, which seems to pooch over my waistline and my butt, which seems to be spreading to fit a bus seat.
I thought I had it figured out when it turns out that I know nothing whatsoever.