The life, style, and derp of a small-town girl. Dress-up misadventures, crafting frustrations, and little obsessions can be found here.
This blog is full of my face. You have been warned.
It’s easy to look different for a photo. What’s rarely captured in photos is how you feel about yourself.
Since June 2013, I gained weight. As someone who’s been physically fit for most of life, I was angry with myself for slipping that far. I had gained 30 pounds. Weight looks different on different people. Extra weight on me doesn’t look horribly bad, but I don’t like it because it makes my midsection even thicker, and I end up looking like a post. D:
It has occurred to me that yes, I could starve my way back to my former weight, but that wouldn’t be effective in terms of keeping the weight off. It was nearly two months ago that I first weighed in after the bout of dengue fever that landed me in the hospital and on bed rest for nearly a month, and I was disappointed at the number on the scale. I felt like absolute crap, but that didn’t show much in my shoots.
Keep in mind that I am not promoting unrealistic beauty ideals. I want to lose this weight because I know I can be lighter and be much healthier. I was becoming sluggish. I felt like all my training and exercise had gone to waste, but after a night (okay, SEVERAL nights) of hating myself, I decided to just get back up and start working on it again.