They say a picture says a thousand words.. look through them and you can see the story of your childhood, high school years, college years, young adulthood. They show what you did, how you felt, who you were with during each phase of your life. Looking over the pictures of me in the past few years of my life, I am struck by the number of faces I have. As my weight goes up and down and back up, my eyes become brighter and then duller and smaller. My chin goes from reasonably defined to round. My cheeks go from smooth to bumpy. You get the idea.
It’s not healthy to lose 25 pounds and then gain it all back year after year - wow, what a difference 25 pounds is. It is not pretty to struggle with food to the point to which your life feels to be on hold until this battle with food is won. Another thing about these pictures is that, while I am pictured with all kinds of great friends and family members, I am also obviously single and too unsatisfied with myself to have hopes of finding a nice guy. Because of my weight, I feel inadequate. Because of my weight, pictures of me at the beach with friends, in shorts, finishing a 5K… they aren’t going to exist.
It is time to take control because I am only going to live once.