I remember my Grandpa looking at old photos and saying, "Do I really look that old?" I loved him immensely and never remembered him looking like anything else. I had one of those moments this weekend. Knowing, I was going to start weight watchers again today, I wanted a true to life, swimsuit wearing, no hold barred, fat shot. Boy, did I get it. I really got it. Then I looked at my phone and thought "do I really look that fat." The answer is yes. Sure there may be days that I look better, because the clothes "draped" better...or the eyeliner took a few pounds off, but really sweetheart, I am that big. So I have a wonderful before shot in a swimsuit, that will not be shown yet. It will remain on my phone tomorrow, to remind me that this "is" my heaviest, and I want it to be the heaviest I ever "was".
Today is that day. Weight Watchers or bust. In about an hour, I will know for real where I am. Is it 225...or 222...depends on the moment and the number of clothes I have on. But in an hour I will be sitting in the Weight Watchers room in a local church, and I will know. I will know my starting point. I will now my plan of attack. Then, when I am 50, I can look at my photo and say...do I really look that thin!
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