Wow. I was just downloading the pictures we’ve accumulated in our cameras over the last couple of months and found some my DH took of me over Memorial Day. Sweet baby Jesus. I’m tired of pictures of me making me feel worse about myself.
I keep telling myself that I’ve lost inches since that photo was taken and I’m working on things, but ugh. Makes me feel gross. Makes me feel ugly. Makes me feel like I’ve still got SO FAR to go – what’s the point?
Here’s to staying the course even when you want to drown your sadness in chocolate sauce.