A few moments of dignity

I was originally going to call this post 

The Weight Wake-up Call (Or the thrilling tale of 'The Belly of Death and Destruction')

I went through all my old pictures and found what I thought was truly damning evidence of my tremendous weight gain, thirty pounds since last February. But when I put the most recent few in I realized something. I don't look fat, not in the least. I kept rewriting the tag line under the fourth picture, trying to justify it's purpose as proof that I've gained weight. And I couldn't do it. I don't look fat in it or any pictures I could find. (Cry for me right?)  Now I know I need to lose weight. None of my pants fit and since all my pudge seems to congregate around my middle, rather than dispersing evenly, I have that unfortunate pregnant-when-I'm-really-not look. But I'll admit the situation is much less dire than I thought. So instead of showing you pictures of me when I wasn't fat, but thought I was, I'll give you a few of my more dignified moments over recent years. 



This is me three years ago:

                                                                (Rock'n the forced smile)

Two years ago:

                                                           (Check out that sunburn baby)

Last year

    (My boyfriend for whatever reason thought this was hilarious. He kept asking me to step closer to the sign)

And this year....

Well there aren't any pictures of me this year. Mainly because it's still February, partly because I'm not feeling very photogenic, and ultimately because I can't find my camera. So instead I'll leave you with another gem from last year.

                                                                  (Yup, very dignified)