Sooo, this is one of the more recent photos I have of me... It's from August/Septemberish 2010. I have more on my camera, but with the new computer, I don't like uploading.
This is me in 2005. In Florida, with my bff. Funny thing is, I was at my smallest and I thought I was just a big fat cow. Now, I would kinda like to smack myself for that. I want to be that girl again. I want to have energy to workout every day, even if it is just work and walking across the resort with a ton of bags. I want to remember what it is like to eat for pleasure once or twice a month, without feeling guilty, because every other meal was nutritious.... or I was too poor to afford food, so I ate a lot of oatmeal and milk... at 20, it was the same thing. :)
*edit* I found this picture of a full body shot in 2005 while I lived in Florida... Yeah, thought I was fat then... Stupid self.
Same me, same friend in 2007. She got tinier, and I was creeping up. I'd like to think I could stay the same, or blame my metabolism, but really, I don't make good food choices 90% of the time. I'm a huge fan of processed foods, candies, chips and other bad for you foods that taste oh so good. When I do try to make healthy choices, I get frustrated because it doesn't taste nearly as good, or it takes so much longer to make. Or, I just really like excuses. I make them a lot.
Again in 2010, but this time her wedding, and a lot more people. Holy canolli! These were the girls I was friends with in high school. While our personalities haven't changed, I went from being in the middle/smaller side, to being on the big jiggly side. I know this didn't happen over night, but I feel a little blind sided.
I need to tell the voice in my head that does my inner monologues that it needs to stop using fatty as a noun. I need to make it a point to go into the office to work out and not just print. I need to make sure my water glass is emptied and filled more often than the cans of soda are. And I need to suck it up and accept that I can't eat like crap if I want to get out of this cycle of unforgiving gluttony. It is possible for me to have one chin, and darnit (Only not, I prefer the other word), I WILL MAKE THIS HAPPEN! .... even if 90% of it is to be able to do this again....
(Don't mind the eyes, I have a thing with flashes and/or I may have been drinking...)
I will have a sexier version of that body, come hell or high water!