For Christmas (yes, I know it was 6 months ago) one of my favorite people in the whole wide world made me and my daughter matching aprons. Totally the best thing ever. I was so happy, I was going to send her a pic of us wearing them.
When I saw this photo I was horrified. Hor-ri-fied!!!!!! Sure it's a bad angle (photographs should be taken from slightly above, this is from below) but that doesn't account for how wide I am. I never sent it. Instead, I sent one of the baby solo.
The me I see in the mirror doesn't match what's shown above. I obviously think a little too highly of myself because me in the mirror is at least 30 pounds lighter. I said I was getting my life together. I was going to lose 50 pounds before my birthday. And I did right for a couple of days and then went right back to eating my feelings. My feelings are bad and they must be punished with food.
I restarted in February. Same pep talk, this time with photographic evidence of my scale bending weight
Same thing. I did right for a couple of weeks max, then went back to self medicating. In fact, I was super happy when I found a lunch spot with a giant slice of pizza and a pop for less than $4. That wasn't a good thing.
A month or so ago, the husband and I went to a wedding. We had a nice time, I even wore a dress. And then we stood really far apart when we embraced because of the 9 months of fat I am close to delivering.
This is the beginning of my weight loss journey. I deserve better than this. So does my family. It's time for me to do better.