Okay here goes nothing. It’s time I exposed the truth to myself and be who I am. I have been hiding behind the stories I tell myself and I don’t want to do that anymore.
Five years ago, I was in great shape and looked my best. At least on the outside.
I was 53 and single. I wanted to have one of those glamor shots done before I was too old. I had loads of makeup on and hair extensions in and the best lighting for the perfect shot.
It was fun to do, but it wasn’t “real”.
Here I am five years later at 58, and wow what a difference. Notice the practical, unsexy bra goes perfectly with the practical, unsexy underwear.
And how did I get so out of shape?
The interesting thing about these photos is, you can’t tell by the first one that I was a wreck. I was getting into yet another relationship. I was scared and nervous, and I wasn’t eating. Thanks to the stress diet, I was in shape.
The second photo shows an out of shape (let’s go ahead and say fat), comfortable, married, happy woman. Sure I need to lose 30 pounds, and yes I need to get in shape so that I stay healthy. But the outside isn’t all there is to us.
It’s funny when I decided to write this I thought I’d be exposing my fat and talking about dieting and getting back into shape. Maybe what I need to start with is what’s inside. I may have just had a light bulb moment.