Disclaimer: Any anonymous haters who have the urge to call me a narcissistic bitch for obsessing over a couple of photos, just stop right here. I’m not. I’m just using the internets as accountability as I try to drop a few pounds and get healthier. I wouldn’t go this far except nothing I’ve used as accountability has ever worked before, so public humiliation seemed the way to go.
As I got ready for bed last night, I looked in the mirror and felt — finally — that I was losing some inches off my waist. Unfortunately that hasn’t been reflected on the scale and without having tape-measured myself when I started working out again, I really had no way of knowing for sure.
Then I had an idea.
The bff’s wedding was when I felt my weight had peaked. I saw all the photos posted on Facebook and was mortified (enter debate about whether you should just be happy about how you are or you should strive for what experts say is healthy. I usually fall in between.)
That dress was tight and uncomfortable and unflattering in all kinds of ways, but mostly because it didn’t fit. It was too small from the waist down (and too big on top as always). I knew I could use that as a benchmark for how my body has changed in the past month.
I took a page out of Jenn’s book and employed Microsoft Paint so as to protect the innocent. Ummm, ok, maybe not innocent.
It’s not the best photo benchmark, but it was the best I had. Before:
A month later:
A waist! I have a waist! Stuffing still in effect.
I know it’s hard to see much of a difference, but it feels different. And before you try to tell me I’m fine just the way I am, know that I’m 5-foot-3. And I’m not showing you my cushy tush. I’m just not ready for that step, Internet. But, now that I have a benchmark, I’m going to have to do this once a month every month til I reach my goal.