Hey guys! Sad story: this afternoon when I was taking pictures of my lunch and puppies, I forgot to put the memory card in. This means no pictures from that! DOH!!! But basically all I had was pasta from last night (about half of the leftovers, which was about 1.5 cups) and a ton of water. YUM!
I thought I’d take the time to share a little with you guys about where I’m at today. This is really hard for me to share because I don’t like to showcase my imperfections, but below are my backwards “before” and “after” pictures, meaning before and after my weight gain:
I don’t feel like ME in the body that I have in the last picture. This was before I started really watching what I eat and making it a priority to do something active daily. I don’t believe in weighing myself, so at this point in time I don’t know how much I weigh, nor do I want to know. However, I do know that I STILL don’t feel like myself. I see wonderful women like Shannon and Angela who love fashion as well as food and fitness, and the things they wear look amazing on them. I’m not there yet…I don’t feel comfortable in my skin, and I don’t feel comfortable in my clothes. Sometimes when I’m down I wonder if I ever will be…? I’d love to take the time to dress nicer, but the truth is all I really want to do is hide under stretchy athletic clothes. I don’t feel like I can take a chance on wearing something not so forgiving, which is something that makes me sad.
This road is turning out to be a long one with many ups and downs, and sometimes I can’t help but wonder when or if I’ll ever feel comfortable in my body again.
For those of you who have lost weight, at what point did you realize you were comfortable in your body again? Was it based on a weight number, a pant size, or just your instinct? How did you celebrate when you got there?