I did something this time that I’ve never done before – I took before pictures. I’ve been considering writing a long, emotional post about how I’ve always been embarrassed by my body and I hate for people to see me without a shirt on and I always wear a shirt even when I’m swimming and all of that kind of business.
Then I realized – to hell with that. Enough with the navel-gazing.
This is embarrassing for me, mostly because these pictures even gross ME out. But – what the heck. This won’t look like this forever. These were taken April 16th, and I was at about 320 pounds. I’ll try and do another set this weekend to see if a month of living right has made a difference.
The goal, by the way, is to get to the point that I can feel comfortable without a shirt at the beach or the pool. One day.
A Constant State of Hunger 