I used to be fat. At least 45 pounds heavier than I am now. And I really didn't know it, and I didn't care that I was unhealthy. I was a pack-a-day smoker, and I partied. A lot. Meaning, I drank a lot of beer and made a lot of poor food choices. Honestly, no one TOLD me that I looked bad. And it took more than realizing my size 14s were tight to make a change.
So. Here are some pictures of me at my sisters wedding, about 9 years ago. I thought I was HAWT!
|Look. At. The. Size. Of. My. Face.|
|L looks PURDY!!|
Sorry about the size on these, they are not digital, I scanned them in.
What prompted this post is that I was trying on clothes today and I was struggling getting ANYTHING to fit. I am apparently too small now to wear an XS at Old Navy. Macy's doesn't carry anything in women's sizes smaller than a 4 (even in petite!) I had to buy a skirt in a girl's size today because the smallest adult size literally slid right off me. It's frustrating for me to go to the store and see only "big" sizes on the rack.
Sometimes I forget how far I've come. Sometimes I forget how hard I have worked to be where I am now. Sometimes I forget how unhappy I used to be and how happy I am now. It's easy to get into a funk, and harder to get yourself out. Sometimes you need to remember a low place in your life to realize how freaking awesome you have it now.
This post is not to meant to brag, it's more of an appreciation for who I was shaping me into the person I am now. I busted my ASS to be where I am today. I stopped drinking, stopped smoking, started eating right and I got on that freaking treadmill and I ran.
And here I am years later... still running.
Happy Feel Good Friday!!