I’m in a pickle.
And a little frustrated with myself.
I had the pleasure of spending the past few days with three of the most adorable kids evah! Oh yeah, and their mom and dad. 🙂
Cute kiddos need to have their cuteness documented for Uncle Brian and Auntie Lo. That means pictures!
This is where the pickle comes in.
I know feel all some of these pictures are uh, less than flattering
Despite losing 30 pounds.
And here’s my pickle.
I know I need to be healthier. Not skinny, but losing (mor
e) weight is part of getting healthy. Dirty words…
I have been working so fricken hard but *I* can’t see the results of my hard work.
I know my body is changing, but all I see when I look in the mirror or at pictures is the arm flab, thunder thighs, chipmunk cheeks and flab-tastic belly.
And I want to give up.
I feel like I’m failing in getting healthy.
If I’m failing despite all the work, what’s the point?
Seriously. Someone, please, tell me what the point is because I can’t see it.