For me, losing weight has been like an archaeological dig. The more of my excess weight I shovel away, the more of myself I uncover.
Looking back at old pictures of myself is really hard. It hurts and sometimes it's really embarrassing. Instantly I think of being insecure and my outside being a reflection of the inside. What must people have thought of me? That I was letting myself slip? That I disrespected myself enough to harm my body and health?
I'm ashamed I let it get that far.
I knew that I was overweight, but that 'obese' label never really hit home until now. When they say hindsight is 20/20, they aren't kidding.
I am enjoying finding the new true me, so I will continue to dig.
**I'm sorry that I've been pretty MIA the last week. Life and the new job are keeping me going at 1,000 mph! I'm checking in as often as I'm able. Updates on the accident and life are coming soon. Life happens, right?**