I just saw a picture of myself from last weekend, and wow. I now I’m heavier, because I weigh myself and know what the number was, but looking at the pictures. Wow. That’s all I can say because I’m speechless at how bad I look.
I was just about to write that it’s been bad for me weight wise, but the reality is that I don’t feel bad about me, I like me. I just don’t like the way I look. At all. Which I guess, means (thanks Christie) that I’m glad for the weight. It has enabled me to get my head and priorities in order. Not that my health isn’t a priority, but it’s made me realize that I have a lot of wonderful things in my life and that I am worthy of these things. Twenty pounds That’s what I’ve gained. Not so bad. Easily lost. Now that it’s served it’s purpose.
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