(click HERE to enlarge. AS IF IT NEEDS ENLARGING. haha)
Last night I was scrolling through old photos. I came across one from my trip to NYC last year. I was immediately drawn to my belly-- my very large NOT AT ALL pregnant belly.
I wondered if I still look that big.
So, I grabbed the shirt out of my closet and put it on. Then, I called The Middle Child into the room. He is my most trusted child when it comes to being Brutally, but Lovingly, Honest.
"Look at this picture." I said. "Now, tell me, can you tell I've lost a little bit of weight?"
"Mom!" He said. "You can tell A LOT. Your belly doesn't look anything like that anymore."
So, I asked him to take a picture of me.
He was all "Pretend like you're talking on the phone like you were in that picture."
And so I did.
I guess he's right. There is a difference. Not a huge difference, but enough of a loss to motivate me to Keep Doing What I'm Doing. And by that, I mean WORK OUT ALL OF THE EFFING TIME.
It's working. That right there is proof that it is working.
That right there is inspiring.