Fashion, or lack there of

I’ve lost more than 10% of my body. That’s crazy when you think about it. When the weight started coming off I wanted to start dressing my age and not like a grandma anymore. I started getting into fashion magazines and I started to wear make up more often, fix my hair, and paint my nails. I’ve pulled old dresses out of my closet that I haven’t fit into for 2-3 years. It’s been awesome.

But, there’s always a but, sometimes I look in the mirror and I see the old me. The almost 20 pounds heavier me. I still pick up clothes that are too big to try on. I still see my fat cheeks. I still get down on how I look. It’s so frustrating to think of what I’ve accomplished, but then dwell on how much farther I want to go.

Then I worry about how far I will obsess about this and how long until I think I “look” good. I have 12 pounds to go till I get to that magic number on the scale, but will it be enough? I’m trying to stay diligent and not obsess, but somedays I feel so defeated that I can’t help but obsess. Ugh, will it ever end?

But I want to leave this post on a positive note, so here’s a fun picture. Summer is here and now my toes match the great weather!



One Response

  1. Haha, awesome toes!! Also, I really like your new layout 🙂

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