the gym, day two.

bleh.

i've been a virtual zombie most of the day — doing my job, but dead to the world.

the whole way home, the devilish half of myself kept saying to spend the evening on the couch.

thankfully, the smarter side (i won't say angelic) won.

her argument? screw getting exercise! [you] can't let myself or my readers down, and cheating and lying about it is out of the question ...

so i went for day two this week!

here's me walking in, still unsure about the decision ...


and me walking my butt off. i'll never get a good picture while actively moving — sorry!


despite having to coerce myself in during the hard times, this whole thing is really working for me.

p.s. yes, sara, i'm wearing a tank top. i know! i'm branching out! (it's definitely better than the hoodie!)

me, then and now.

first of all, forgive the bad hair.

here is me in at 18. i was about 132-135 (my lowest "adult" weight).


sometimes, this body is what i think i look like — until i catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror.

i don't think 132 is a good place for my body to be, but this look is my goal (sans the hair). this is what i picture in my mind when i want to get healthy and thin.

here i am today at 25 (and-a-half, thank you very much). there's about 65 pounds of difference.


when you think about it, i've gained 75 pounds in 8 years. not to mention all the fluctuations i've experienced ...

i want to have my perception of myself match the true vision of myself.

this journey may be long, but at least i'm traveling it.