Someone took a few pictures of me in the park the other day. They were candid shots; I had no idea I was being photographed (I was in a group). This friend of mine sent me copies of the pictures today and I am really dismayed. I look really bad. There are pictures from all angles and behind. Wow, I look thick in the waist. I have some fat roll action going on. My arms are atrocious. It is also clear to me that I need to work on my posture.
I am not saying this to be self-deprecating. I am saying this because once again, the image I have of myself in my head is disjointed from reality. While I still love my body and appreciate all the good things each part has done for me over the past 42 years, I can see that I have not returned the favor. I have not done as much good for it as it has done for me. And yes, in my own opinion, I look bad. Sloppy.
I don't like it. I look at my 100 Pounds Gone pictures and want to get back there again.
I guess I will use those images as motivation/appetite suppressants and keep working my way back down.
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