There's a point you either have to get comfortable with how you look or do something to change it - Photoshop doesn't count.
I'm finding myself either really posing for photos to get just the right angle, wearing make-up camping or deleting a lot of photos. I'm just a smidge away from stooping to Photoshopping (techie verb) my photos so as not to freak out my family with my lax appearance.
Pathetic, I know. I had to tell someone. I figured this was a good place.
I'm walking every day - briskly - for a couple of miles. I think it's my old friends sugar and starch (one in the same) that are creeping into my day a bit too much. I find myself finishing half-eaten oatmeal as I'm doing five other things. Wine consumption is up to a whopping 2 - 3 glasses a week. It all adds up. I know sugar is my ENEMY. It just slows everything down and gives me that poison blowfish look to my face.
It was really apparent when I ran across some old photos of myself at my then "peak weight." How I long for that peak weight. (sigh). As we quote throughout the day in this house in our best Billy Crystal voice, "I have no one to blame but myself."
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