I will post this photo when I get home, I promise, but I had to tell the story of what happened to me about an hour ago.
A lady we work with asked my mom to get some photos of some of our co-workers. This lady is crafty and has something up her sleeve, so mom started pulling out photos from her desk of other co-workers. She came across this little beauty (not) of me, and figured I would want it for another ‘before’ shot and gave it to me before the lady could see it and take it.
The picture is from at LEAST 4 years ago. Abbie is in it with me, and she couldn’t have been more than 3. So, this is from before I even got pregnant with Megan, or could possibly have been JUST as I was pregnant with her (which makes it even sadder, because I lost weight right before I got pregnant with Meggie).
You would think when you see a photo of you ‘before’ that you would automatically be overjoyed that you have come so far, you look so much smaller, your face isn’t solid roundness, etc. A normal person would anyways. Here’s my take on the picture. Yeah, I look AWFUL. Seriously, when you see the photo, there’s nothing ‘cute’ about me at all in it. But what’s the first thing I think? Ok, well the FIRST thing I thought was OHMYGawsh…I KNOW I am not that big anymore. That’s a plus right??? Truthfully, when I see the picture of me being that big (and it is very close to my heaviest weight, I am positive of that), I know there is a physical difference, but right now, I still FEEL like that girl in the photo. I see changes in my body, my clothes, compliments I receive, that kind of stuff, but I still feel as big as I was then. When I look in the mirror I see THAT girl.
I guess just like with maturity, my mind needs to meet up with my body.
I’ll post the dreadful photo tonight. Maybe I can get Clint to take a ‘now’ one of me just for comparison and kicks, even though I don’t see much difference from the ones in my photos page…maybe we can do it just for fun and post-sake