Whoooooooa booty. I look like a Freddy Krueger sausage! (that's like Betty Crocker but in an uglier sweater... yes it was a costume, I am not THAT much of a fashion reject) But jeez I look big. I went to Ireland about a month before this picture and in aaaaall of my Ireland pictures I look just as huge. I barely look at any of the pictures that have me in them soley because I can't stand how I look in them. So sad. The best trip of my life and I am ashamed of how I look. I refuse to feel that way about my wedding pictures.
Now, this picture was taken BEFORE this round, I've lost an additional 17lbs since this picture but it does give a pretty damn good idea of how different I look.... I think?
I'm much less Rolly Poly and much more Arrooooooogah! I've got shapely legs instead of tree trunks and a roll-less waist (while standing, at least!) and I'm so much more comfortable in clothes. I can sit without feeling uncomfortable and even my sleep has gotten better! Not so much fat on my face choking me at night. Even my little sausage fingers are looking much more svelte... that is, if fingers can look svelte.
Either way, I am on track and on my
PS: I would just like to mention that before posting this I read my blog out loud to my fiancee, Nick, who is sitting beside me. I read the part about tying my shoes and he said "You weren't that big!" I showed him the picture commenting on how I looked like the dress was painted on and he says "No way, you look beautiful." Now, ladies, is that a keeper, or what?!
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