So I’ve posted several times about being afraid that I didn’t deserve progress photos since I’m working my way down the scale a second time. But you know what? Screw that! I’m ignoring my previous progress photos and enjoying this like it’s my first time all over again (just a little smarter, having learned a few things on the last go-round).
I don’t really have any photos of me at my highest – that I’m sure of anyway, because frankly, I never weighed myself until I got my scale the week I joined Weight Watchers. And at that point, *gasp* I had already lost a little bit, I’m sure. So I’m sure my starting weight is even higher than I have listed.
But here I am at what I think was my heaviest back in 2004:
And here is my “blue shirt” progress photo from my last go round so you can see the beg. shot at the left (circa May 2005 – holy yikes, right? When I look at the girl in that picture, I don’t even connect her with being me. I feel compassion for her, but don’t really understand her. Perhaps I need to work on that.). The other photos were taken at -75, -100, -125, and -150. (So I’m closest right now to the third pic from the left).
Kind of fun to see what I have in store for me again, right? And here I am now:
Ack! LOL Yup, that’s me. But you know what? I kinda like her. I’m also pretty damn proud of her. I started doing the stairs at work again last night and did them again tonight. While my legs are killing me, I’m pretty happy with myself. This photo was taken immediately after I did 24 flights (12 floors) up and the same number back down again. So the blurriness is a combo of that, plus the fact that it’s just plain hard as hell to take a photo single-handed on the HTC EVO!
Anyway, so there I am. Nice to meet ya! 
You look great!!! Really. And you absolutely should be proud of yourself, because you know what, you could’ve easily given up and ended up being that girl on the far left, or worse, but look at you, just beautiful!
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Thank you SO much! You’re so sweet. You don’t know how much your words mean. I am really proud of myself for getting back on track before things got much, much worse. Thanks again!
You look fantastic Pamela!! Keep Smiling
You look fantastic.
Pamela, you look fantastic! I’m so happy that your continuing journey is on a really positive stretch of road–you know how much I think of you and I am cheering you on all the way!
oh Pamela! Girllll I am pretty damn proud of you too!!! Let me tell you something pleasssse: do not give up on the stairs. If you just somehow make yourself do those things with consistency it will go a very very long way in so many ways. Trust me on this one! It’s not how many stairs you do so much as the consistency. Keep going! and going! and going! you are such an inspiration to me…you just have no idea. Hugs!!!
Thank you guys so much! You’re awesome!!
Of course you deserve new progress photos, you look great!
AHHHHH, kid, you look sensational! I’m not quite brave enough to look at my *before* photos, which were also *after* photos…yup, a (hopefully former) yo-yo diet mama. Last night my son put his arm around me and said, “Wow, mom, you feel skinny!” Of course it was all I could do not to laugh out loud. Instead, I said “Thanks!”
Even I can’t believe I’ve lost 60 lbs this year. I actually believed that was impossible. (Nope, just much harder than when I was younger.)
I went through my clothes today and got rid of a huge pile, to donate to charity, and felt really weird about the whole process…sort of guilty for spending so much on clothes I can no longer wear, and guilty for regaining weight I had lost (gulp) several times before, and guilty for not understanding, still, how that happens…HMMMMM, see any theme here?
Soooo….I can totally relate to your reluctance about taking pride in your recent weight loss. It’s like (at least in my case) I believe I don’t deserve to feel GOOD about losing weight because I have done this before…and I felt good, those other times too, and I still regained a big chunk.
SIGH.
But this time it feels different.
There I said it.
Yikes. I’m practically daring the universe to notice, and snatch away my accomplishment. Silly, I know. This whole process brings out the little kid in me. The scared little kid. And yet. I DO feel different. I feel that I am CARING for myself. That I am worthy of taking better care of me.
Keep going, kid, you are doing great. You’re one in a million. Thanks for listening!