This past weekend, I lost a great man in my life. My Uncle Garry. My Aunt Sherry and Uncle Garry mean a lot to me. They were always special to me, but when I turned 15 they took me in and accepted me as their own daughter. I had their support to finish up my high school years and my first three years of college until I got married at 21. Uncle Garry has struggled with alzheimers for the past 15 years, he died at 66. He was very young to get the disease. It was hard to say goodbye, even though he has been in a nursing home for the past 3 years and not able to recognize most people or communicate clearly.
Since we had funeral and showings this week, my family dressed up and we took pictures. I normally hate to have my pictures taken. I decided it was okay now, because this was just a stopping point in my journey. This is what I look like now, but not what I will look like next month. I have decided to make a permanent change and the results will follow.
After I saw the pictures, I started doubting myself. I know how hard the past 18.8 pounds have been to lose. I know how proud I am of those 18.8 pounds. In my mind, I looked a lot better without the 18.8 pounds then what I saw in the pictures. I had this same thing happen the last time I lost weight, and I stopped. This time that is not an option. Stopping did nothing for me. I will continue this journey and the next pictures will look much better! Thanks to my self lecturing and the advice from a friend, I will continue on.
Here are a couple of the pictures. These are 18.8 pounds into my Recommit!
Lighter Later,
B
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