After my father passed away, we spent a lot of time going through old photos. This photo was taken on a family trip to the Mall of America when I was at my absolute heaviest. I have no idea what I weighed, because I was avoiding the scale and pretending that things weren't really that bad. I know that those shorts were a men's size 36, and they look skintight. I was wearing whatever I could fit into, men's or women's sizes. Occasionally I would go to Lane Bryant if I needed something that looked decent. After I saw the photos from this trip, I made my first attempts to lose weight.
The photo I have been using up until now as a "before," above, was taken many years later, after I had lost weight but rebounded. This was right around the time that I had a "Come to Jesus" moment with my doctor, because on his scale I weighed 197 pounds. I think in the first photo I look much heavier, so I might have been as high as 225-250.
|Triste Blurred Lines Shift Dress|
Finally, the photo above is me at or near my Weight Watchers goal weight of 155 (with my husband, who was also at what is probably his ideal weight). We were dressed up for my 15-year high school reunion, which was in 2003. I loved that dress and still have it in my closet.
It's hard sometimes when I struggle to lose, or make some progress only to regain. Looking at these photos helps me to remember that even though I'm not quite where I want to be, I have made progress. The fact that I have maintained the initial loss of whatever amount of weight is between the initial picture and the one above is no small feat.