Pictures, huh?

The masses demand pictures!  If only the masses could come by my house and figure out how the (*#&^# to use my stupid camera.  I tried to use the camera built into the computer, but it doesn't get the whole effect.  :-(  So until my cat gets opposable thumbs, or until someone with opposable thumbs comes to visit me, you'll have to wait for updated (post-100 lb. loss) pictures. 

Never let it be said that The Babe ignores the lovely people that are nice enough to post to her.  Now you can scroll to the bottom of the blog to see my freshly posted "before" pictures. I wouldn't even have before pictures if my mom didn't talk me (read, force me) into letting her take them.  And now it's really hard to see those old pictures.  In my head, I never weighed as much as I did.  I wouldn't look in the mirror, I did my best not to move so that I wouldn't feel how ungainly I'd gotten.  But those pictures make it really real, and I don't like reality all that much.  Bariatric Babe-land is so much prettier.

But, as my therapist says, "reality is your friend."  A friend I would like to tell to 'suck it' sometimes.  Especially on days when I feel really awful, or look too bald, or feel too lonely.  On those days, reality does not feel like a friend.

But as I tell all my employees that bitch about stupid stuff like, "Why can't we wear capris?" or "Do we really have to evacuate when the fire alarm goes off?"--it is what it is, people.  Damn.  I hate it when Sensible Me is right.

As soon as a friend with thumbs comes to visit, I will get a current picture posted too.  And when I look at my photos and see my thinning hair, my lumpy belly that looks like it lost a knife-fight, or how pretty my eyes are now that they aren't so small in my head, I will think, "It is what it is."  And that's the best it can be...