Somehow in the last 5-6 years, I have gained almost 50 pounds. How in heaven does that happen?? Contributing factors: moving from the walkable city to the drivable suburbs, dating someone who didn't love me, starting my own business and the resultant stress with that, unhappy with my life and using food as comfort. The usual suspects.
How did I just blindly go through my life thinking, OK 10 pounds fine. Oh, now you weigh 160 well that's fine you look ok. Oh, 170 maybe try to lose some weight or do something like that. Oh 180? Hmm, just kick the scale under the bed and accept your body the way it is. Your weight doesn't matter.
My little sister took some more recent pictures of me, when I wasn't looking. So disturbing. I can't wait for them to be my "before" photos.
I found the dress last night that I was wearing at that wedding. I can't even pull it up over my thighs. But I hung it inside my closet door and hopefully in October, my friend's 8th anniversary, I'll be rocking that dress again!!
Did 50 pounds just creep up on you, too?


