I know, I know. It’s supposed to be Transformation Tuesday. Poor Thursday never gets any alliteration love, so I’m giving him some!
I applied to grad school yesterday. I submitted the main application and paid my fee. Woah…big girl panties activated! Then I realized I had to submit an unofficial transcript first, before I started submitting the supplemental library school required materials. I’m about 99% sure I had the free first copy at home with my diploma. Surely 2006 Neon Runner Girl (Who are we kidding…that girl’s name was just Hannah…she wasn’t Runner Girl YET!) would be smart like 2017 Neon Runner Girl and would put the transcript copy WITH the diploma on the book shelf in the office. That would make sense, right? My mom informed me this morning that she has hers in a file folder labeled “Transcripts.” Good one, Mom. Good one.
Well…that transcript was nowhere to be found. I looked EVERYWHERE. I’m not a pack rat and generally purge anything that is not important. We’ve moved three times since college graduation. But…would I really throw a transcript away? Mr. Neon claims he doesn’t think we got the free one that they give you in the short period after graduation. But we still lived in the college town for two months after graduation, and I remember going to the registrar office and getting mine!
Whatever…where was I going with this? Oh right…I didn’t find the transcript, but I found this…
I’ll give myself a little bit of credit, because this was a mere three months postpartum with Runner Boy. BUT…this also was probably 10lbs less than my highest weight.
I don’t recognize that person. And thankfully I am now almost 10 years removed from that body. I don’t really remember how it felt, how it looked. The only overwhelming feeling I get when I see pictures like this is discomfort. Every year that passes, the body dysmorphic disorder fades a bit.
This girl looks a lot happier. Granted the girl above had just flown from Kansas to New York with a three-month-old and had spit up all over her shirt!
All it takes is small changes over a long period of time. You can do it. The weight will come off. The clothes will get smaller. The smile will get brighter. And you will feel so much better.
If I can do it, you can do it. Cliche, but true!