Dieting

Many years ago, when I was showing a bit more flesh in public (on holidays before you get the wrong idea) I had a favourite bikini - made of something like purple velvet!! Every holiday, it would be packed in my case and  put away again when I came back. Suddenly (or so it seemed) it was too small. So I took photos of myself wearing it, complete with bulges, in the privacy of my bedroom and stuck them to the mirror so that I'd see how awful it looked every day. Whenever I felt like overindulging, I'd look at the photos.
My aim was to shame myself and to be able to wear my favourite bikini again.

I'd like to say it worked................but it would be a lie. Eventually, I threw away the bikini....................but I still have the photos - don't ask because I won't.

I know what you mean!  I have some moles on my back in various places so in order to monitor whether they grew at all I had Paul take a picture of me from the back starkers.  What an absolutely horrible sight it was too.  We're used to seeing our front but its nigh impossible to see your own back (thank goodness). I did try to use that as motivation but it disgusted me so much I mentally deleted it.

Maybe the answer is to have a picture of when we were svelte as encouragement but then that was so long ago in my case it's just depressing to be reminded just how I've changed and how old I am.
It's being so cheerful that keeps me going you know