|L: October 2012 (228lbs). R: July 2013 (176lbs).|
I cringe at the picture on the left every time. Because I had no idea how out of control I had let my weight get. As I've said before, I've always had relatively decent self esteem as an adult (childhood and middle school is an entirely different story). Before I saw this picture, I thought I looked as good as I always did. In fact, I loved that striped dress because I thought it was slimming.
But the photos don't lie.
And when every photo is "a bad angle," something's gotta give.
I certainly didn't get to 228lbs overnight. And I won't get to my goal overnight either. But day by day, I get a little bit closer.
And the fact that I can eat a salad and not feel deprived is progress.
And the fact that it's harder for me to convince myself to take rest days than it is to convince myself to work out is progress.
And the fact that I feel confident in a body-skimming white dress is progress. (I never wore white when I was bigger).
And the fact that, at 24 years old, I just bought my first bikini is progress.
And the fact that I stand up straighter and no longer try to hide is progress.
And now, 8 months after starting, I see changes in myself that I truly never believed I was capable of.
If I can do it, anyone can do it.
Day by day.