My body is making a 3-pronged attack on some unchartered territory, the space directly in front of me. Even though my instincts—honed by years of gymnastics training—tell the troops to retreat (suck in my gut), it is futile. There is no surrender in sight. I will just have to come to terms with the fact that this will be a long, slow and steady push forward.
Yeah, yeah....pregnant bellies grow. I know. It's been a tough pill to swallow as an athletic person who had control over her body throughout her life. I'll get over it and start recognizing my reflection soon enough.