No, this is just the mama after she drops 50 odd pounds. As much as a part of me wants to say something critical about how much farther I have to go, how old and dumpy I look; the stronger part of me is quite pleased with how I look here. More than how I "look" I know that that body of mine could run for five miles with no problem, could endure some serious strength training and sweat, and keep up with the girls in a good game of tag. Dude, I can hold "plank" and do real push-ups. Boy push-ups.
That's a strong mama. She is OK by me.
As far as "before" pictures of me? Hmmm... not so much. The only digitals I can find are older shots or head shots. I was hiding. And can you blame me? I didn't recognize me in the pictures that I saw. In truth... I felt like how I look in these pictures; overweight, but not ghastly. And I still feel the same way I did then... except for better friends with myself.If you like, you can compare some head shots...