For me, I knew my weight was getting ridiculous when people would ask me when I was due or if I was pregnant. I could never think of anything clever to say at the time. I've thought afterward that I should have said, "....no, I'm not pregnant, just fat. Thanks for noticing"...or..."I'm due for another bowl of ice cream in about 10 minutes". But when my son Charlie rubbed my belly and asked me if I was growing a cute little baby in there...I was done! I am going to take my friends challenge of losing weight with her. I have of coarse attempted this many times. I'm not sure what is going to make this time any different, but it's got to happen. I know I am completely setting myself up here, but I've got nothing to lose....oh wait...I just made a funny...I have lots of lbs to lose...
It is perfectly okay to be frightened by the pictures you see below. The picture on the right was taken in about 1996. My good friend Tassie had bought this shirt for me. We had seen it in the window of some store at the mall. We thought it was so funny. I would love to get my body back to that again, but I am not delusional. The pic on the left was taken in November. I am wearing that sweatshirt in almost every picture of myself this past year. The bigger and bulkier things are, the more comfortable I am in them. Notice that even though about 12 years has passed between these photos, I still can't be serious for a picture. Anyway, I hope to find a happy medium between these two girls.