Weight: 229.8 (-1.4)
Fat: 37.0% (-2.3%)
Meals: Not available
Exercise: Light Cardio (Treadmill 30:00 WL2 - 216 calories, 1.52 miles)
Pictures: Front/Side/Back
Today is my first day taking pictures. If I had waited to get all my ducks in a row before beginning this exercise program I'd have pictures from day 1. And meals. Strength training. Maybe more. It would also probably have started in August. In the year 2012.
Still, 2 days isn't too long to wait for the first pictures and here they are. Wow. Consider these my Before photos. And after seeing these I'm anxious to get some After photos to go along with them.
These aren't meant to be flattering pictures and honestly, they're not. I'm rather ashamed of the way I look and if I weren't so numb from seeing them I'd be angry. As it is, I rather want to cry.
Obviously my torso carries most of my weight. I never really realized that I have man-boobs. I knew about my stomach, but the profile really drives home just big it is, how much it hangs over my shorts. Disgusting. And as for my back... well, when I can get past the back hair I realize just how doughy and featureless it is. And in the front and side photos I can really see all the fat in my face and in my chin.
I've been preparing myself for posting these pictures, even looking forward to it in a perverse way. But I've also been thinking in terms of the before and after pictures, gloating in my head about the big difference and how much better I look. But all I have is this before picture. And so I have two realizations:
- This is how people see me now, and will see me for months to come. I don't want my friends and acquaintances see me like this. I'm ashamed, mortified by what I've done to my body and I want to hide.
- I really have a lot of work to do. How long to get rid of the man boobs? The enormous gut? The love handles? How long until I have a chin? Until my face is no longer potato shaped?
Seeing these pictures is extremely discouraging. But at the same time, they're very motivating. I have to fix that. I can't keep looking like that. That's not me. That's not the person I picture in my head and it's not the person I want picturing when they think of me.
