Instead of getting depressed looking at old fat pictures of myself, I’m getting happy. I really like looking at how far I’ve come! And I can’t be angry at people for not telling me how big I was; I owned mirrors! I was also good at not weighing myself, making faces in the mirror that made my jaw line pretend to exist, and sucking in like a Dyson anytime I thought I might see my reflection. Apparently I forgot to suck in when my dad took pictures which is what we see here.
The first one is about a year before I had The Bug. The second, I’m not stretching my face to create a jawline…it is just there! Woot! Ready for more??
What a difference a little weight lifting does! And now for a couple of my favorites taken by one of my besties:
Every bit of this journey was achieved by eating clean and exercising. I never took pills (except for vitamins), I tried fad diets for about 2 days at a time a couple times, but every big amount of progress I had was when I approached my goal from the slow-and-steady angle.
I have some awesome food pictures from last night to post, but for now, I must work out my guns.