This is the first day of my sophomore year of high school in 1998. I know so because I cropped out the date stamp. If you know my father, (which I think only one person who reads this does), look closely at my face. I look *just* like him. It's kinda scary. Well, anyway, I keep this picture on my fridge. Not as a reminder of how fat I was, but as a reminder of how fat I was. No, that's not a typo, just a different meaning. See, I don't look at it to shame myself. Sometimes I get down and I say, "Oh, I can't do it, boo hoo hoo." But I did. At one time in my young life I lost 60 pounds. I did it once, I can certainly do it again.
In case you haven't noticed, I'm not very photogenic. My eyes get all squinty when I smile.
I'd been working third shift at State Farm this holiday. At this point, I'd been up for 24 hours straight. Drew looks like a young Grizzly Adams. I don't know why I display this picture in my living room. I guess there was a frame that needed filling. I weigh about 235 in this picture. I lived with Drew's parents at this point, and they drink whole milk. Yikes! I was also just starting at The Farm, and Drew's mom made all my meals. Delicious home cooking twice a day plus new job plus holidays equals scary badness.
So I've progressed a lot since these two pictures, and at the same time, not enough.
I'm examining hummus. Fascinating. I need a haircut... badly. Drew just woke up when he took this picture.
I'll be honest- I don't see much of a difference from 20 pounds ago. In my face, sure. But my hips still look... ew. So I don't know. It's kind of disappointing.
This one looks a little better (I tire of pictures easily... this the silliness). Note the lack of squinty-ness. Is this a fluke, or could the reduction of fat in my face mean no more squinties? Only time will tell.
Well, there you have it. I have a lot of work to do, but like I said before- I did it once, I can do it again. Didn't help that I doubled up on macaroons for lunch.
cross posted to dietingsupport and bodygoddesses