I’ve posted a “Before” picture on here previously but this picture above is really one that needs to be discussed.
It’s been a little over a year since this picture was taken. In case it’s not obvious, I was a bridesmaid in my best friends wedding. (I cropped her out for her privacy, but trust me when I say she was the most gorgeous bride….like, ever).
It’s so strange to look at this picture, NOW.
I don’t recognize myself.
But I don’t get sad as I look at this picture. There’s no shame. There’s no embarrassment. Life was actually pretty good.
It’s just strange because I don’t want to forget how I felt when this picture was taken. I want to remember that I did not look BAD. This might be my BEFORE, but it could easily become my AFTER when this competition is over.
I’ll be honest, I hope it’s not. I love the way I look now, but I was content looking the way I look in that picture. I was satisfied. I ate what I wanted when I wanted. There was freedom to do that back then.
I celebrated birthdays with cake and ice cream and maybe some drinks. I ate burgers and fries once in awhile. I had pizza, I loved string cheese like it was going out of style.
I ate Peanut butter and Jelly for weeks at a time when I was feeling lazy. I had salads with dressing that wasn’t measured out. I went to baseball games and had hot dogs.
I went to the movies and had popcorn with butter and Buncha Crunch, my most favorite theater snack.
Yeah, I had veggies but only occasionally.
Yeah, I drank water, but only when I worked out.
Yeah I worked out, but only cardio and just SOME weight training for fear of breaking my foot again.
I was coasting….maintaining….perfectly content to just keep living my life that way.
But there was an obvious downside to this freedom:
I had zero self control. There was no need to analyze every single piece of food that entered my mouth. Who was keeping track? Certainly not I.
I didn’t have the willpower to NOT eat everything that was put in front of me. Any why shouldn’t I? There were no pics to send to any coach.
I hardly cooked my own food. There was no reason to fuel myself properly for the workouts I wasn’t doing.
I never got enough sleep. There were no early morning lifting sessions to be rested for.
I wasn’t doing any heavy weight training. There was no motivation to get in shape.
Was it damaging me? Maybe not. Was it healthy? Eh, not really. Am I better off now than I was BEFORE? Absolutely.
Although this experience is far from over, the physical changes are already obvious and that’s all great.
It’s the mental and behavioral changes that should matter most.
Here’s to 11 and a half weeks until my AFTER.