Fit Fare

I said it aloud in my office bathroom Tuesday without thinking about the inhabited stalls. I was thinking it for the umpteenth time while looking in the unfriendly giant mirror and it just came out . . .

I look fat.

And it’s true. I wasn’t dressed in a way that excentuates my positives. And these days it feels like that is the only way I can look thin. Thankfully no one mentioned my little outburst in the office bathroom. (Though personally, I feel like that mirror just happens to be a fat mirror designed to make everyone look bad so we don’t stay too long in the bathroom . . . )

It’s no wonder that I chose to focus on perception this week. I have spent the last few days engrossed in documents about too-thin models, runway bans and anorexia (a work project). There were times when the diets of lettuce and Diet Coke began to actually sound like a plan (or like diets I’ve tried in the past, but tune in next week for that). But ultimately it’s not only unhealthy but deadly to deprive your body of much needed nutrients. Plain and simple.

In any case, it got me thinking about my weightloss progress and how far I have come.

The picture at left shows me a week after birth. It’s one of many motivational shots that remind me I have made progress. But despite all my efforts and progress since the birth of my son nearly 17 months ago, I still sport a pouch around my midriff (some like to call it baby dunlap).

The picture at right was taken early last April after more than nine months of weightloss. It made me realize that I was still far away from being thin again (or losing that deer in headlights look with cameras). Sometime during the summer though those pants became a lot easier to wear, thankfully.

The picture at left was taken about two months after the one above. I had lost a good amount of weight and purchased a dress that flattered the body I have, rather than the one I want. See what a difference well fitting clothes make? Kinda makes me wish I could wear that dress everyday.