I'm heading off to visit Atlantic Beach with my x. I love the beach. I don't care if I'm a whale or a string bean, nothing can distract me from the joy of the ocean. True, there is much sighing and frustration BEFORE... in the dressing rooms trying on bathing suits, that first second when you peel off your wrap and find yourself half naked in public... but it fades so quickly. It's not like I live in Brazil where there are supermodels running around the sand or children throwing rocks at me like I was a monster in a carnival worthy of scorn. American beaches tend to be a great equalizer and a place of peace where children, teenagers, adults and grandparents can hang out - legs exposed, arms exposed - every shape and size imaginable - and just be themselves having a good time.
My profile picture was taken two weeks ago, when I was squeezing in my last summer vacation at Edisto Island. Size 20. 210 lbs. Pale as a ghost, practically reflecting the sunlight, and feeling grand. In general, once home I pretend the photos taken of me in a bathing suit magically disappear... stuffing them in a drawer. But this time around, I thought I'd try something else.
Post it. And look at it. And be cool with yourself. That's you! Head to toe. Half naked. In public. And it's not as terrible as all that... it's actually been kind of comforting seeing that little profile pic every time I sign in here. I've accepted it.
I think for me an important step in my weight loss goals have been fully accepting where I am now and trying to fuel my ambitions with love instead of self hate.

on the 3lbs down!! I can relate with the treating during that ToM. I have some problems that cause me great discomfort during that time and I tend to slap a big ol' chocolaty band-aid on them.
Though, I'm sure it's not all roses. 
