A few weeks ago, I decided to change my screensaver to a photo slideshow. A few days ago, I finally made a folder in which to put the selected shots. This morning, I actually went through my dated folders and copied the pictures I liked into the slideshow folder.
Yes, that's how long it takes for me to do things around here.
As I flipped through photos, I saw some of me taken last summer through this past winter. At the time, I didn't think I was skinny. But compared to the person looking back from the mirror today, I can see why people would think I was crazy for wanting to lose another ten pounds.
I'm due in 25 days. Not that I'm counting or anything! It's the final stretch: my skin is stretched, my clothes are stretched, my patience is stretched. I'm tired of being big. I'm tired of aching.
Other photos I saw included me in the hospital right after Jenny was born and other pictures taken in those first few weeks at home with her. I still looked enormous, and that depresses me. I guess I'll be happy that we don't have those HUGE mirrors in the bathrooms like we did in our last house. I'll be spared a constant reminder of how far I have to go.
I've done this before, I can do this again.