Typically I’m not a fan of before and after weightloss pics. I like to focus more on what the body can do vs how it looks. The comparison thing can be toxic. Then I found this old pic lying around. Techno-dunce that I am, I couldn’t get my scanner to work so it’s a crappy pic of a pic, but you get the idea.
It’s me only bigger. Four dress sizes bigger. If seeing this doesn’t make me drop my bag of Ghirardelli I don’t know what will.
I’m sharing it because I’ve heard from some of you that my blog is “too advanced”. That I don’t ‘get’ how hard it is to start an exercise program when one is out of shape.
Oh but I do.
It was never my intention to give the impression that I’ve always been some svelte speedy runner. Hell I don’t think of myself that way now. I may no longer look like a fat girl, but she will always be part of who I am.
Often I hear people from both sides of the fat vs thin equation talk in terms of “us” and “them”. I’d rather think of us as one big group of humanity. Some are just in a different place in their journey.
Once you peel back the fear, negative self talk and self-limiting behavior, what you find may surprise you.
