Congratulations, -t!
They're fools, Jesse. Everyone should want you.
shrift, I feel you on the exercise alone not getting rid of the pooch. The last component I'm having trouble implementing is the eating. I enjoy food too much, but I need to be careful because it's sabotaging the rest of my hard work.
It looks very, very ugly out there.
Corgi-eye view of a hiking trip. (There's a soundtrack.)
For me it's the opposite - I can regulate diet without much difficulty as long as it's something extreme and organized, but I have trouble mustering the motivation to do enough exercise needed to capitalize on the nutrition. Hopefully now that I proved to myself that I can fit in 4 miles a day during my "Oh noes, I'm a blimp!" panic the week before my vacation, I'll be able to keep up with something approaching that at get into better shape.
Here comes round 2. And possibly 3 and 4. [link]
Tornado in Montgomery Co:
AT 353 PM EDT… A CONFIRMED TORNADO WAS REPORTED NEAR COLESVILLE…
OR NEAR OLNEY.. .AND WAS MOVING EAST AT 50 MPH. THIS TORNADO HAS
BEEN CONFIRMED BY COUNTY OFFICIALS.
My mental image of myself doesn't match photographic evidence. So I try to stay on the other side of the camera.
My mom took (seriously) 135 candid photos at my bridal shower. I know I am a Fatty McFat, and I'm good with that, but dang, some photo angles are unforgiving. There's a reason that 5 posed photos where people are smiling and looking at the camera are better than 135 random candids where people are looking elsewhere, eating, and (for those of you who saw it on Facebook) making a pig nose at the camera.
Yep.
SERIOUSLY WBALTV YOU ARE GOING TO MAKE ME SIT THROUGH AN AD TO LISTEN TO LIVE TORNADO ALERT?!!
There's a reason that 5 posed photos where people are smiling and looking at the camera are better than 135 random candids where people are looking elsewhere, eating, and (for those of you who saw it on Facebook) making a pig nose at the camera.
Ugh, candid photos. Nothing will trigger my Body Image Demons faster than seeing candid photos of myself.
Nothing will trigger my Body Image Demons faster than seeing candid photos of myself.
They were a good reminder that my posture sucks, especially when I am seated. I needed that, seriously.
Also, they were good proof that I don't want to wear my hair up for the wedding unless it's 100 degrees, because -- candid photos. Hair up + double chin + side view = OH HELL NO.