Not sure it is possible to ever really explain to you what kind of trauma it is to see a 'before' photo of yourself and realize how AWFUL you really, actually, TRULY look in a swimsuit.
One word: Yikers. No, make that two words: COMPLETE yikers. I mean, I avoid being seen in a swimsuit at all costs these days (like actually turn down invitations to anything that involves removing clothing in public/in front of anyone but my husband, no matter how fun those invitations may sound) - and now I can see PRECISELY why!! O. M. G.
Don't EVEN think you're going to get a picture of this hideousness up on this blog. NO. WAY. :) You can see my 'after' picture all you want (when I get where I want to be, that is) but just resign yourselves to an ice cube's chance on a crazy hot Kansas summer day of seeing my before pictures!
Okay so it's not as bad as I make it sound FROM THE WAIST UP. However, the lower half . ... is just criminal. How did I ever let myself get this way????
So my husband took them with his PHONE (not the household camera, don't ask why b/c I really have no idea). Just imagine me standing over him (frying pan in hand - JUST KIDDING, no frying pan, but still standing over him) verifying that he did, INDEED, delete this evil evidence from his phone. I mean, not that my husband would do anything with the photos - he wouldn't. But what if his phone got into the wrong hands?!?! I am not taking chances with that mess. NONE!
I'll just tell you now that if seeing this isn't enough to motivate me once and for all, FOREVER, then I'm not sure what else could. Yes, it's that bad! This is precisely why I am doing P90X and making a permanent change in my life!
Licking my seriously wounded pride wounds now.. .. . . . ..
Seriously? I can't wait to get started!
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