I hate this photo. This was about a month before I hit my breaking point, at my highest weight, and started my journey. I found it buried in my files today and kind of stared at it for a long time - I never even thought I looked that big (who does, right?) and I was feeling very sad. Then I remembered that was several months ago. I went looking for a photo in a similar pose from recently, and I was pretty shocked at the difference! And even this was a few months ago, so I've lost more since then!
I was very unhappy in this before photo. My family was visiting, and of course everyone knows family doesn't care if you don't want your picture taken. Back then having my picture taken was enough to send me into a 2 or 3 day depression if I saw the pictures. That's what this one did to me. We were having a lovely hot day at a woodland garden, and I thought that I'd looked kinda cute, but when I saw photos from that day I was so devastated - I was sweaty, and just huge, and hated myself.
The after picture was at the end of summer, approx. 5-6 months later... and I'm not ashamed of it at all!
I just thought I would get this off my chest... I hated finding that photo and it really rattled me tonight. But I am glad to see the progress I have made.