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Operation: Face

December 4, 2011

This seems silly.

I’ve never really been one to blog as I tend only use the internet as a late night vent box. However, I am hoping my sudden passion for documenting my current ‘life journey’ will continue and I won’t abandon the concept. Also, my hope is that by blogging about operation: face, I will hold myself more accountable for bettering my physique. 

So, Operation Face. It’s something cheesy I thought of when driving home from a photo shoot at work. Just a gimmick to trick myself into accomplishing something I so desperately need to do – get my face back.

Observe:

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My face resting on my beautiful husband’s shoulder on the best day of my life -12/13/08

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My face next to hubby’s at a Caps game – 4/25/11

 

Now, the above picture is April. My face has actually gotten rounder and I’ve added another half chin since then, but you won’t be seeing a more recent picture, they have all been deleted or hidden away.

I’ve never been a skinny girl and my weight has always fluctuated. I’ve been a size 8 (for a brief time during my psycho must-fit-into-my-wedding-dress day) but I’m most comfortable as a size 12. I’m currently still wearing maternity pants, so I couldn’t even tell you what size I am up to now. And for the most part, I don’t really care what size I am so long as I look attractive. However, if faces had sizes, mine would need a pair of stretchy yoga pants.

Here are the things I have going against me that makes losing weight such a challenge. I gained a lot of weight the last months of my pregnancy. I had a rough delivery and my body currently hates me for it. Recently, I was diagnosed with hypothyroidism which means my metabolism is pretty darn awful. I’ve been taking, what I previously referred to as “miracle pills,” for almost two months, and while my thyroid levels have evened out I still have not lost a pound. Some miracle.

Fact is: I need motivation. Hence, Operation Face. This will be where I will force myself to report to myself (and whoever the hell cares to read) about my progress. I used to be able to only kind of try to lose weight and it would just happen. Now, I need to try harder than ever. It’s been nine months since I gave birth and lost my son. Time to stop hating myself and do something to make my life better. Easier said than done, but my hope is this time, it’s for real.

 

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