My husband and I had our seventh anniversary of marriage on Monday and we went to my favorite steakhouse. Afterward, on a whim, I had him snap a photo of me so we could commemorate how I looked. I was really pleased to fit into a prepregnancy dress with no shapewear and only six pounds to go before meeting my all-time low weight again.
Then, yesterday my cousin called me and asked for some copies of pictures from our wedding for a video she was coordinating in honor of our grandfather's 80th birthday (my wedding was the last big travel event that both he and my grandmother went on, before she died, and those were the pictures I wanted to find).
As I was going through the wedding album (and marveling at how round I looked in every picture, and how YOUNG my husband looked compared to today!) I came across my engagement photos. I'm pretty sure my jaw dropped at how BAD I looked. And it wasn't even an unflattering photo, they ALL looked huge no matter the angle. That wasn't even my HIGH weight.
I look hotter seven years and four kids later than I did as a nineteen year old bride, and I'm not even all the way to goal. I suppose I could be depressed at how bad I looked then, but all I can focus on is what a huge, positive change I've undergone since that time. It is an NSV if there ever was one!
Observe! (And my poor husband - I can't believe I made him wear his hair down for that, he looks SO much more like himself with a ponytail!)
Six weeks postpartum, 2013:
And that's not even a very flattering photo - I look heavier in the picture than in real life and my waist curve is obscured by the angle. But it is still a WOW comparison. And since I'm having a 'I feel fat!' day today, it's been very instructive to remind myself of how far I've come