Shocking photos…of me.

These weren’t bad iphone photos by an amateur. They were sent by the professional photographer who was capturing an event I went to. Apparently “cutting back” does nothing. How terrible to look puffy, bloated, tired, and just plain weird in such a nice outfit. Today’s the day. There’s no such thing as moderation when your body is responding like that.

UPDATE: Drove my kid to a scenic overlook after this post to say out loud that this is Day 1 because she deserves better. Cried a lot. Apologized. Told her my plan (involves more than “willpower”). Something about choosing a landmark felt important. Now I have a distinct visual in my head. A line in the sand because there was actual sand.