One thing that I can control is going to the gym. Between grad school and TTC I hadn't regularly hit the gym for a few (too many) years. Not surprisingly I lost muscle, gained weight, and wasn't happy with how I looked. A few months ago I decided to go back. I needed to reclaim this part of my life. At first it was pretty rough. I was in the worst shape of my life and results didn't happen quickly, but I stuck with it. Yesterday I was feeling particularly sorry for myself and quite honestly I just needed something to show me that I'm pretty darn awesome. As I was walking out of the changing room at the gym I passed a mirror. Usually I avoid looking at myself in full length mirrors because I haven't been happy with my appearance in such a long time but yesterday I caught a glimpse of myself out of the corner of my eye. I stopped. Rather than critiquing myself I focused on the good. The change. I'm finally starting to see change! Admittedly I still have a long way to go, but I'm working on it and I'll get there.
When I started this blog I wanted to keep it anonymous, or at least semi-annoymous. I never thought I'd post a picture of myself, but here I am. I was so proud of my observations at the gym yesterday that I made hubs take a picture of me when I got home. I should have done a true "before" picture, but this will have to do. The picture is crappy and I look like hell (just got home from the gym), but I'm proud of the changes and wanted to share them. So here you go: (picture removed for privacy)
Because I'll never take myself too serious and will always be able to laugh at myself, yes, my pants are too short. When you're six feet tall finding pants that are long enough is challenging and at some point you give up caring (for gym clothes, not work clothes).