This ladies and gentlemen, will be primarily whining
My sister in law posted 96 photos of me from her wedding yesterday. I have spent probably 96 HOURS making myself miserable with said photos. I wasn't expecting perfection. Ok, yes I was. See, I started to lose weight when they got engaged, and one of my mental pictures was how much better I would look ten months down the road in their pictures. I can tell that I look smaller, I think, although I cringe when I'm standing next to another person.
What's really bothering me? LUMPS!!!! They're everywhere. I look just like I said in the title. Or a pillow case full of marbles. Take your pick. The worst is one of the goofy shots where I'm wielding a pitchfork in the photo booth and my upper arm looks like I'm the wicked witch of the west and someone doused me with water. Everything is just hanging off my bones, with random lumps here and there. Have I mentioned lumps? Gah.
I think for the first time, I'm genuinely afraid of the loose skin thing. A nearly 300 pound loss is going to leave a lot of skin. I know in the end that it isn't what matters. I guess what it comes down to is I'm tired of taking my lumps when it comes to weight loss, so to speak. I know I did this to myself, but I've worked so hard. Don't I deserve to see something good?
End of whine. Sorry guys. Any one else lumpy? Lol.