So I took the time to really look at myself naked (instead of the quick glance as I dashed into the shower). Usually i don't look in the mirror unless I really have to, but I gave my self the once over...and twice over without the jaded commentary. It wasn't that bad. Yeah I still have rolls and tucks, but they are reducing in size and the tiger stripe pattern the stretchmarks leading down to my butt have shrinking real estate.
Its hard to look at yourself naked in an objective way. Sometimes I wish I had a stranger's eyes if only to see myself better.
Oh a cute factoid, it seems the mole on my back is losing weight too
. Its like having a little friend(that doesn't know when to leave and drinks up my whiskey) to share my journey.