#checkmeout
The photos of me in a white shirt are from a few weeks before I started at Craic, then before and after photos from last summerish, and the hottie in the bottom rights are from a few days ago. #ilovemirrorselfies
I’ve been holding off on posting this for a few days for a couple of reasons. First and foremost, because my husband posted a set of photos of his progress last week with the most touching essay along with it. Im talking tears, people! I was never good at writing essays, and I feel like Jake couldn’t have shown better progress or said it any better. I’m so freaking proud of him.
The other reason is I have a love/hate relationship with those old photos. When I look at them, I don’t even see myself. Actually, I am somewhat embarrassed. I see how ugly my relationship was with food and exercise and it makes me angry that I spent the majority of my life in that spell. Well, the spell is over!!! No, I don’t like reliving how I looked in those photos, but I love seeing how far I’ve come.
Granted, I lost 25lbs, not 50 or 100. It’s not an incredible amount of weight, but when I had it, it sure weighed heavy on my head. Taking control of my health has given me a new identity. I have new direction, new goals, new future. Not to mention, I have a stud muffin husband that is with me on this 100%.
Come at me!














