yeah...cause the paparrazi are following me around like crazy. LOL HA!
I was talking to my homie Lay about our goals - he is working to finish losing his toddler as I re-start my efforts to losing my second. I'm proud of his dedication and his progress but there is part of me that is screaming "SO WHAT!" because at the end of the day, he is a man and will probably lose the rest of his toddler in one jog and good poop while I workout 10 times a week and eat nothing but fruits and veggies.
While we were talking though - he brought up that he was keeping a photo journal of his progress. That made me think and soon realize that the last thing I want is photo proof of this extra body I'm walking around with. I've never been one to take pictures but I especially don't want memories of side stomachs and flabby arms.
I track my progress in clothes. I have inspiration clothes that help me to see how far I've come and how much more I have to go. Some of my inspirations have become normal wardrobe...and some I've had to donate because they are now too big.
So no... I'll pass on the pictures for now. I might change my mind once I get my two pack beach ready and get my thunder thighs (thanks dad!) down to a light drizzle.
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