Feeling ugly and covering myself up in sweats. But for 32 and slightly overweight, maybe it's not that bad after all?

Starting the day by cleaning that mirror.

one hundred and twenty nine

Shopping for new foods and kind of a new life style. Felt good about tough choices. Let's hope it works.

one hundred and ten

I was at somebody else's big day and many photos were taken. Me and all my chins could be spotted in the crowd, sipping champagne during work hours. Good thing.

one hundred and nine

Today I made my room a little more mine.

It is My Space.

ninetynine

Summer zits. They break out when I suddenly spend more and more time indoors. It's disgusting to see your face explode...

fortysix

It was a nice and staged portrait. But then he decided I needed a kiss. I probably do, so this photo seems appropriate.

Plans are being made and things are sorted out, yet I have this gnawing worry in the pit of my stomach, and I can't even tell what's wrong...

fortyfive

So I didn't take any pictures yesterday. Someone else did. Wonderful day with friends in our garden, but the photos make me gasp. God, I'm fat. Something needs to be done. Pronto. And I need a haircut.

forty

Didn't feel pretty despite favorite summer dress in summery weather. "Your boobs look great honey!" He says. So here's a boob shot.

thirtysix

Work colleagues came here for a meeting in my garden. Efficient but comfortable. And three poppies suddenly bloomed this morning. I'd like a little more of everything from today, but less of me. I feel (am) fat, but otherwise good.

twentyfour

It could've been a photo of sweaty, aching limbs after an attempt at a bike ride or one of flea market bliss. But the most surprising thing today is that I am busy crocheting.

I blame the blurry bad photo on webcam laziness...

twentythree

I wanted to show how I wore both polka dots and stripes today and feeling pretty good. Several deleted photos of me being just plain fat later, I feel fatter than when I walked out with the camera. Still pretty good, but feeling ugly.

twelve

A day of missed appointments and a confuddled mind, ended in the hot tub.

I choose to remember this day by how it ended rather than how it started.

eight

Exaggerated honesty offers good excuses.

Bad bra and sitting down folding the lard up makes me look even fatter than I feel.

Conclusion: I'm thinner than this (When standing up and stretching and wearing a better bra). Thank God.

seven

Odd day. Wonderful weather. Rocking outfit.

Very small ego.