When this picture was taken


I actually didn’t see that there was an issue.  I rarely looked in the mirror though and certainly hated to be anywhere were I could see myself.  Looking at this now, I am sorry that I didn’t see it sooner.  My family and friends didn’t bother to tell me how awful I must have looked.  This picture was taken in July of 2014 and that is my daughter I am carrying.  I had just started my journey had probably been going to the gym for a few weeks at that point.

This picture


was taken this past week.  now I look in the mirror and I still see the girl in the fist picture.  I can’t seem to shake the other image.  I try on clothes now and although I am in single digit sizes I still feel like a size 18/20.  I can’t seem to figure out how to transition my brain to think other ways. I want to be able to look at myself and realize the progress I have made.  Change is hard for me and extremely difficult to to wrap my brain around.