I think my mind’s eye is actually catching up with my weight loss. Now that I have settled into a smaller size (even though I am not at goal yet), I am more used to what I see in the mirror. And I am starting to feel “normal”. Those of you who have been or are very large know exactly what I’m talking about.
I was looking through some boxes yesterday and found a couple more lovely pics that I actually liked at the time (?????). Like I could hide being 250 pounds with a cute outfit or a big t-shirt.
It’s like I don’t recognize the old me anymore. And I feel shame and embarrassment about the old pics, but you know, I have always been the same person inside. It’s really difficult not to regret the way I looked, and thinking how I wasted my 20s and 30s looking like that. Well, most of my 30s anyway – I did start the journey when I was 36. 😀