Words of reflection, encouragement, punishment, catharsis, narcissism, humor & accountability from a wife & mother on a journey to reclaim her body & keep her sanity. Sometimes heavy, sometimes light, always real life.
Fake lashes? Red heels? On a Wednesday morning? No, I'm not starting a cottage business, I had a photo shoot! Ok, photo shoot might be a bit of an exaggeration, but a photographer for the Register did come over this morning to snap my pic for an upcoming article about me.
Yup, I'm going to be in the paper & I didn't even have to die to do it! Next month's Q Magazine insert (in your Des Moines Register on February 18) will have an article about little old me & my efforts to shrink my rump to a more manageable size.
I'm super excited, but there's a weird element that I hadn't anticipated when I agreed to do it. I'm afraid of people looking at the picture, not reading the article & saying, "Yeah, but she's still fat." I would probably do the same. As a work in progress, it makes me nervous to put myself out there & have strangers judge me as a final product. But I guess that is no different than when people judged me before I had shaved off some pounds, an idea that I am very comfortable with.
Ultimately, it will be nice to have something to send to my grandma to show off all of my hard work, & in the mean time, I'm in heels again! Obesity doesn't mesh well with impractical footwear & now I can spelunk the depths of my closet for all manner of ridiculous options, made more ridiculous by the fact that I will be wearing them to "work" with yoga pants & a hoodie.