Monday, January 1, 2018


     Hello!  It is me.  I decided to take some self portraits of myself because I hate, HATE! being in front of the camera.  But this is me in all my glory - messy hair, left over eye liner from last night's New Year's Eve party, and my newish accessory  - glasses.
     Today, at the Yoga Harbor, my teacher talked about change and acceptance.  She advised me (us) to make a list of things I want to change, and things I do not want to change.  She also advised me (us) to write about my attitude toward the change I want to make.
     All my life I thought I was fat.  Just 5 more pounds - 5 more pounds and my life would be better.  I would be beautiful.  I would have that boy, you know that boy, as my boyfriend because I was thinner and more attractive.  But I was thin - and I did a lot of stupid things to keep my weight in check.  I think they might call it body dysmorphyia today. 
     Weight loss is still my goal.  Every year!  For health and self love/confidence are the  reasons why I need to lose the weight.  Taking the pictures makes me look at myself - see myself, where I am at - and the changes that have come from having kids and getting older.  Changes that are inevitable, but changes I have been hiding from because of how extreme they are.  If I don't look at myself, then I don't see the thicker thighs and waist, and the double chins.  I envision myself as the the 21 year old with the 21 inch waist - yes! but remember, I thought I was fat!
     So the change for the upcoming year is the same one, an old one, and a familiar one, that I NEVER get off the ground.  But maybe, I am hoping, seeing myself in these pictures I will take charge of my weight in a healthy way and lose it. See myself realistically! What I truly look like at this moment.  My goal is every week to take a picture, and accept where I am currently at.  In addition, implement dietary changes necessary for improved health and self confidence.  Maybe, hopefully, I will become confident enough to reveal the whole picture of myself . . .