The other day I was telling one of my co-workers that I saw a picture of myself from a little over two years ago and I was creeped out by how skinny I was. She looked at me like I was crazy and told me to get lost, so the next day I brought in the picture to prove it. Check it:
Look at those arms! CREEPY! And why don't I have any boobs? Where were my boobs? What the hell? I still can't get past the arms. Creeeeeepy.
Compare that with me about two weeks ago and about 17 pounds later:
Hey, look - I don't look like I'm going to pierce anyone's eyeballs with my elbows anymore. Sweet! It's crazy how much you or people who see you all the time don't really notice these gradual changes, but then you look back at something like that and it's like, "Holy crap." (We won't even talk about a few years before that when I was even skinnier. Criminy. It took switching some meds to one with "weight gain" as a side effect to even get me to those creepy arms.) God bless my 30s and their inevitable slower metabolism for giving me some poundage, some boobs, and a booty. And for not leaving me with pipe cleaners for arms anymore. Yay!
In other body change news, in 10 weeks I will be done with my Invisalign, and let me just tell you that it was WELL worth the money. Those things rock.
You look great! Congratulations....? :P
Posted by: Erin G. | February 21, 2008 at 08:55 PM