Last summer when this picture was taken I was glad my head wasn't showing. I was so embarrassed at how I looked. I actually gained weight after that picture was taken. I know because I can't hardly fit into my jeans anymore.
Now I will use it as a tool.
This is DAY 5 of my new, improved eating habits. (Some people call that a diet, but not me.) I've been doing quite well and tracking my progress at FitDay.com.
My daily caloric intake is in a good range now. My carbs are almost where a nutritionist told me they should be for a diabetic. My body does not have an extended service plan after all.
But today I am feeling a bit depressed.
I stepped on the scales this morning two days before I'd planned to and saw I'd lost 1 1/2 pounds. That should make me happy. Should. Instead it reminded me of what a long and slow process this is going to be. And THAT brought back the idea that I might fail. To be honest it made me think I wouldn't be able to stick with this long enough and that I WOULD fail.
That's why I went digging for this awful picture. To remind myself of the WHY.
No, I'm not watering the grass one little pitcher at a time. Hannah used to try to drink from the water pouring out of one and it was a lot less messy to do it outside.