So I am feeling fantastic.
Yesterday I tried on a shirt that my in laws bought me to stop getting burnt back in January. It was a size too small, a tight fit. I didn’t wear it again once they left but finally, the other day thought I’d bite the bullet.
It looks great, and makes me feel great. And it fit’s perfectly!
So once I got that “Wow” feeling I decided that it might be time for a before and after photo. My father in law was most gracious in sending me some terrible terrible before photo’s for me. And Tim was more than willing to take my after shot for me.
I don’t know if it’s the camera adding ten pounds and blah blah blah. But despite the fact that I feel great and FEEL like I look slightly slimmer…those “after photo’s” look terrible. Just as bad, or not much different to the before photo’s.
I’ve come to realise that I wont feel comfortable in my own skin until I am 100% happy being photographed. This was of course one of my main reason’s for wanting to slim down. If you’re working towards being a photographer, and your husband is doing the same then chances are you’re eventually gonna have to suck it up and model yourself for the greater good.
So no photo’s. yet. And eventually you’ll get to see the photo’s that Tim took today. When, I am a LOT slimmer than I am now!
You know of course that you and I understand each other perfectly.
They say that most women look in the mirror and add 20 pounds in their mind. Not me. I’ve always had the opposite problem. I look in the mirror and most of the time I see a size 10.
Then I see the photographs and realize that f*ing mirror lied to me. Or I suppose it would be more fair to say my BRAIN lied to me.
Mary Beth, you are speaking my language! I felt pretty and pretty good on my Mother’s Day, but when I saw the pictures with my double chin and round round round face, I thought who the hell is that fat chick!?