Yes, people. That’s me with my azz plopped on a lawn chair in the summer of 2006.
I only had three kids at the time. I refused to get my butt out of the chair to frolic with my son. It was too strenuous to move around the yard without getting tired real fast.
I was lethargic with my sprawling leg fat hanging over the chair.
But it is this very same picture that sparked me to change when I came across it again in 2007. And now here we are today……
I took this photo the morning of January 1, 2010. Initially, it was only for myself, but then I (reluctantly and nervously) changed my mind to share it with you all. It is a photo record of where I am now compared to where I will be one year from now on January 1, 2011.
I’ve come a long way, but I still have work to do.
In October 2008 I added another child to the brood. That makes four. Each one of my lovely spawns contributed to the pudgy-ness that is my mid-section. It’s been extremely hard to whittle down, but I’m getting there.
My tummy is not pristine perfection, nor will it ever be, but I’m okay with that.
It will never be taut without surgical tummy tuck intervention. It bears stretch marks from brewing up babies and shows off scars from three c-sections. It also gives a flawed-skin reminder of two very annoying abdominal hernia surgeries.
My belly has been a battlefield.
Yet I love what’s going on with my arms and legs; my booty, back, and waist. They’re shaping up just fine. The slim and sporty sexiness is emerging. I still have work to do, but I’m getting there.
Oh my gawsh. I did it. I showed my bod to the world. I almost didn’t do it. But so glad that I did.