The Good Thing About A Bad Picture

The Good Thing About A Bad Picture

You and the guy at the 1 Hour Photo are the only ones that will ever see it.

For a lot of people (myself included) a picture is major reality check that will give you the push you need to finally get healthy. I had that reality check from a picture I was tagged in on Facebook yesterday, but I've already lost 57 pounds so I've been aware of reality for a while now. However, I'm not going to lie and say it didn't hurt to see. The fact that I have lost 57 pounds makes me very proud and gives me a confidence I didn't have before - but I still am not anywhere near where I want to be.

I was upset last night, but after sleeping on it and thinking it over with a new attitude today, it has given me a different outlook. I may not be where I want to be now, but I'm a heck of a lot closer than I was 57 pounds ago. Giving up and binging on junk because me feelings are hurt is only going to set me back (Thankfully, I didn't do that this time).

So I'm grateful for that awful picture. It's reminded me that no matter how slow the process is to get to my goal, as long as I keep making healthy choices I AM improving everyday.

"Never give up on a dream just because of the time it will take to accomplish it... the time will pass anyway."

Awesome attitude! Love it!

I still shy away from pictures of my whole body lol. Not comfortable with it yet.

congrats on the current weight loss!! You are doing an amazing job!

I know what you mean about a bad picture leading to good things. See that pic of me in my ticker in my bathing suit (far left) ?? That pic was taken a week before I started this journey. My husband and I had a great time at the beach and took tons of pictures. ALl the pics turned out great of him, the beach, the birds, etc but that pic of me was horrible. I kept staring at it like "is that really me?" I kept comtemplainting on deleting it but instead I couldn't stop staring at it. Soon I was breaking out with my scale in the closet, put in new batteries... and omg I was 234lbs. That is the biggest weight ever. Even bigger than I was at nine months prego with my third son the day I had him. SO unaccepatable. I broke out with all my old weight loss stuff and starting going through my old journals and soon I was on the path to the new me. Fast forward a year later and I am so thankful for that horrible picture. I will never get rid of it so I can always remind myself where I am headed if it don't keep this weight off. I don't want to end up like my mom paralysed with no ability to speak in a nursing home at only 57. if I gain this back I will end up like that for sure.