Isn't that just perfectly awful? I put this image series together to document my descent into disgusting levels of fatness. In the left image, I weight about 155 pounds. The second image from the right: about 175. The last image? 215. In a year, my weight just skyrocketed. I had stopped windsurfing, and there wasn't a gym within ten miles of where we were living. I wasn't riding. I wasn't doing anything.
The thing is, when you look in the mirror every day, you don't notice little changes. It wasn't until I saw pictures of myself, and started comparing them with older images, that I realized how bad things had really become.
Every time I need some motivation to work harder, I'm going to look at this sequence.
Then, sometime early in 2009, I get to take another picture.
1 comment:
you also started looking the other way...
i'm still stuck at 180. Instead of trying to fit into my old board shorts, I'm just going to buy new ones.
damn.
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