That was then.

Before.

Last summer, I clocked in at 220 pounds. I stopped looking at the scale once I saw that number. I hadn't been that number since I was pregnant with Lillie. I weighed less when I found out I was pregnant with her. I showed the Husband this picture and he shook his head, he never saw me like this. I saw this. I was so disgusted with what I'd done to myself that I just stopped looking. I averted my eyes at the mirror. I slid away from the camera's eye. I still don't know how I happened upon the site that led me on the path to where I am now. I do know that it's been an eye opening journey.

I can't stop thinking about walking, running, yoga, dancing, running some more... My anxiety levels have changed somewhat, but I'm still taking that topic day to day. Today? Wasn't so good, but again, taking that one day at a time.

This is me now. I weighed myself a few days ago and I'm at 178. That's a 42 pound loss. Wait for it... WAIT FOR IT... I want to lose another 20. I try not to think about the fact that 150 is still considered overweight for my height, but I can't tell you the last time I was 150. Middle school? Elementary school? I have no idea. NONE. I can't wait for summer. I can't wait to show off the non-pouch, the sudden loss of my "librarian arms" and MY BUTT. You guys, I've waited way too long to have a butt. I HAVE A BUTT. It's not much, but it's something. Just a few more months of grocery store lunges and maybe I'll have my own "Buns of Steel" DVD (think late night grocery shopping and using the cart for balance as you lunge down the cereal aisle. OH YES I DO THIS.)

So this is me now, this is pretty much my wardrobe because have you had to buy yourself a new wardrobe every month or so? No thank you. You need $$$ for that, and I don't exactly have a sugar daddy. You guys let me know if you find one that's available. Yoga pants? Check. T-shirt or tank top? Check. Flippy floppies? Check. The end.

 After. The lighting does nothing for my now "non" pouch.