Recently, one of my Facebook friends requested some photos of me to help inspire her to lose weight. So the past few days I have been taking a whole heap of photos, trying to get some I feel acceptible to post. Posting photos here is one thing, because everyone knows my deal, but Facebook is different. Not everyone signing on is ready to see my less than flattering photos. But I got a few to turn out, so I posted them. In the process I discovered that I am still really dissatisfied with how I look.
Don't get me wrong, when I look at photos of me from before, I am really proud of what I've accomplished, but I have finally crossed the threshhold of feeling thinner than I look, and that is a bit disappointing. At the same time, it just adds more fuel to the fire, and gets me pumped up for staying commited. I'm glad I left the days of shoving comfort food down my throat every time I felt disappointed in my appearance far far behind me. Now it makes me feel like working out really hard. Both can be dangerous if not moderated.
I did take measurements on June 1, and there is still progress in the measuring tape. I won't bore anyone with the details, but things are still moving in the right direction. I have lost 7 inches off my bust! The oddest thing about losing weight is, your undergarments no longer fit, and it makes you really realize just how much junk was actually once in your trunk!
Not much else going on. I have a kids birthday party to go to this weekend, so I am saving my cheat meal for some greasy, cheese pizza. I plan on doing a muscle workout tomorrow and trying another 3 mile run on Sunday. I was going to wait until I lost a full 40 pounds to post any more photos, but I am stuck on a plateau agian, just 4 pounds shy of that mark. God only knows how long it will take to get those 4 off, so I'll post these now, and bid everyone a fantastic weekend!