I really have to dig for older full length pictures of me since I hated how I looked and pretty much forbade pictures unless it was just of my face (which was just as fat, so, logical right). I found one from 2010 that was pretty representative and compared it to a one that I took earlier this week.
|Left picture was in 2010 at 230ish pounds, the right is this past Monday at 194ish pounds|
I can't tell you how happy I am that my chest is smaller and getting smaller all of the time, it makes such a huge difference in how I look, plus my back doesn't hurt all of the time! Legs and hips are definitely smaller. My middle is a work in progress and its shrink rate is maddeningly slow, but it's getting there.
Speaking of faces...
This is a shot from 2009 when I was at my absolute heaviest of 250 pounds. I absolutely hated everything about how I looked.
This is me just from last weekend torturing and embarrassing Molly with selfies, because that's what passes for entertainment for me on the weekends these days.
I am just shocked at how much I let myself go back then, and it's painful and upsetting to look at those pictures. I just don't like remembering the misery and seeing how sad my face was. I mean sure, my life was good overall, but I lived every day feeling so self conscious and so unhappy about my body, and I hate remembering that. I still have moments where I'm self conscious about random things, but I feel so much more confident and happy about where I'm at now, and I definitely think that shows on my face. Maybe not on Molly's though. :)
Anyway, happy Friday and hope everyone has a great weekend!