Well, I am currently on vacation. Hopefully, I am laying on the beach confident in my bikinis. Probably, I’m trying to cover my stomach and feeling really shitty about this muffin top. I don’t know when or why I reached this low level of confidence and happiness with myself. It’s not just with my appearance that I’ve lost drive and motivation. If 7 days on the beach can’t motivate me to eat healthier, then what will??
I want to simultaneously work hard to look better while I feel like I look great. Blech. Finding love and confidence in the way I look today feels impossible, even though I know, logically, I look fine.
Enough with the pity party. Here are my progress (or lack thereof) pictures.
- Weight: 137 lbs
- Chest: 32″
- Waist: 32″
- Thighs: 22″
- Weight 134.8 lbs
- Chest 33″
- Waist 31″
- Lower Waist 34″
- Thighs 21″
Despite not much progress in losing inches, my stomach feels stronger. I lose muscle there so easily. A few days in a row of no workout and I lose that level of fitness; one ab workout and they’re back. While I’m not flexing and they are buried under a few inches of pudge, you can (or I can) see a teensy tiny bit of definition right under my ribs.
Random tangent, but I ordered my wedding dress the other day. I had to pick a size based on my measurements. Huge fucking problem. My bust registered between a Size 4 and 6. My waist was a clear Size 14. My hips were a Size 8. I went with the 8, since that’s what I usually wear and I’m praying that I didn’t make a huge mistake!
Check out my journey via Sunday Runday category of posts!