Why do I only have BEFORE photos?

Why do I only have before photosDear Diary, Today I realized that I have quite a collection of ‘BEFORE’ photos in my repertoire. I’m sure there are about 423 of them – and guess what diary? I don’t have a SINGLE ‘after’ photo.

Now do you suppose that I forgot to take that photo? Or maybe I never got to my ideal weight? OR, do you suppose I never truly defined what ‘after’ looked like so in my eyes I never got there?

Diary, today I am going to take an AFTER photo…. and I’m going to call it ‘AFTER’ my decision to change my life. What do you think?

after

HEY, I LOST HALF A POUND – SO WHY HAVEN’T YOU NOTICED?

I lost half a pound

Dear Diary, When I gain an ounce of weight, it is so noticeable. I can feel my clothes becoming tighter, my face gets puffy and I just look…well… guilty. Like it’s obvious that I ate a whole pizza at 3:00 am. People notice – sometimes they say something and other times.. they give the ‘look’ as if to let me know that they know.

And now that I have been on track and doing all the right things,  I can’t believe no one noticed that I lost weight. After all, I lost a whole half a pound! I feel better, I am being diligent and I want someone to notice – is that so wrong?

Maybe I can send out an email blast about it – or maybe I should make up T Shirts for each of my milestones so I can announce my accomplishment. I WANT to be acknowledged. Let’s face it – I want to be fed, and if I can’t be fed food, I want to be fed lots of compliments.

Just a Walk Around the Block – Or is it?

Just a walk around the block

Dear Diary, I know that for some, a walk around the block is nothing. Those are probably the very same people who actually use a shopping cart for groceries and not just to hold them up in the supermarket. (I am not the least embarrassed to proudly pull up to a cashier with a mere pack of gum in my cart).

For me and I’m sure others, walking to the end of the driveway could require a lot of energy and AIR! The big bad wolf has nothing on me when I huff and I puff until I get back to my ‘safe place’ to sit.

So diary, this is why I write today to say how proud of myself I am for my accomplishment. As I struggled to get my Velcro sneakers on to feel athletic and walk to the end of the driveway – FULLY expecting it to be a major strain on my lungs and body, I was hugely and pleasantly surprised to find the end of the driveway came way too soon for me. As a matter of fact, as I ventured out beyond the driveway to attempt to pass the house next door, I was once again amazed that I hadn’t died yet. I began to take inventory as I continued to take on this feat I hadn’t been able to for so long. ‘Does my back hurt? – NO, are my legs hurting? NO, How is my breathing? a bit short but very doable”. Wow, who is this person? I continued to smile from ear to ear as I made it around a good-sized block safely into that very long and previously unaccomplishable driveway.  Yay for me… today the block, tomorrow – no shopping cart!