A Work in Progress:
I have this theory that a largely undiagnosed ocular condition runs rampant among a large segment of society. It's called "Fat Blindness", and is characterized by an astonishing lack of awareness about exactly what you look like to the rest of the world. Fortunately, there is a cure: A CAMERA.
Sometimes it's hard to see progress looking in the mirror, but a picture can certainly lay it bare for all to see. My eyes lied to me for years about how I looked, but photographs have helped me track the changes.
My highest weight was 383.6. It almost hurts to type that out, and I've deleted and retyped it about five times. Seriously, it's almost like if I don't actually put it out there it doesn't really exist. I don't have many pictures at that weight, as I avoided the camera like it might give me the avian flu. My starting weight in the pictures below is 363.8, and what I'm calling my official starting point.
I finally bit the bullet and found the courage to face the camera at 363.8. It was not a pretty sight:
I'm starting to see a difference at 342 (down 21.8):
At 327, 36.8 pounds lost is starting to make a dent:
54.8 pounds gone, and the pictures are finally beginning to be a pleasant experience for me. I'm at 309 below:
At -75, the shirt and pants had gotten too big to show much progress, so I made the switch to a similar set of clothing below. New pants (can you say size 20? Seriously, I would leave the tag hanging out if I could get away with it) and a similar t-shirt. The biggest surprise? Turns out I have an ass after all! I'm at 288.8 below:
At 98.8 pounds down (below) I finally took some new pictures--I think I've put off posting them because the changes are so subtle, so much less dramatic than the differences in some of the earlier pictures. For all my hard work, though, I can see the landscape of my body shfiting and changing, fewer 'lumps' and more 'curves'--and that's something, I suppose:
