I did something the other day to remind myself of how far I have come--I put my before pictures up on the fridge.
Before doing so, I showed them to my husband and asked him how could I have been so fat/ugly? He simply replied that he thought I was beautiful, that I had always been beautiful. I know some people think that their spouses just say that--but you could tell he really meant it and it made me smile. My husband has been incredibly supportive of my weight loss not because it makes him happy/more satisfied but because it made me happier/healthier. He's taken away the goodies when I asked and never questioned me if I wanted a treat. He's taken care of the kids so I could go to the gym and even read my blog on occasion. He splits meals with me so that I don't have to eat as much and has even dropped a few pounds himself from all the salads and healthier foods.
Anyway, putting the picture on the fridge did something I didn't expect--it made me start to see the changes. Weight loss is such a gradual process that I hardly see it from day to day. My husband says that pics are deceptive to begin with because the camera puts on 10 pounds, but since I've lost about 40, I don't think that really matters LOL. I can see that there is less pudge in my face/body and my skin looks clearer. I dress better--my clothes reflect the changes too (partly because half of them are new). An added bonus to having the pics on the fridge is that it's a less than subtle reminder not to overindulge.
Eventually, I will take them down and make a scrapbook of my experience.
Posted on 12/30/2010 by RaeN81