I mentioned the other day that – for various reasons – I’m trying to do something about my weight. Again. I feel unfit and comfortable and… well, it’s time.
So naturally it occurred to me that I needed to take my ‘before’ photo.
You know the kind… a picture in which I look fat, frumpy and miserable to later compare to a less fat and frumpy pic, in order to reflect on my ‘progress’.
Don’t get me wrong – I completely get why people do it. Indeed I’ve done it many-a-time, but as I set my computer to take a delayed selfie I wanted to shout…
I AM NOT A BEFORE PHOTO!
A ‘before’ photo is the evidence of our failure. It’s the messy room, the old un-renovated house, it’s something needing work.
And while I am a work in progress (and will continue to be so until I toddle off to the farm to join my dad and childhood dogs) I’m still someone who also deserves respect and their place in this world.
Given my long dieting history, I’ve got lots of before and after photos. Indeed – ironically – some of my ‘after’ photos eventually come ‘before’ photos. #sadbuttrue
So – while I don’t begrudge others’ need to visualise their progress or remind themselves of their ‘journey’ – please someone yell at me if I start doing the ‘before and after’ thing! Remind me there is not ‘before and after’, just then and now.
How do you feel about the ‘before’ photo?
I’m flogging my blog With Some Grace today.