A Series of Unfortunate Snapshots

I know that I've gained weight since I've been married. I gained a few pounds once I started taking birth control, and it was easy to keep blaming my extra meat on birth control. But then, oops, my size __ pants aren't as comfortable as they were...hmmm. Oh well, ooh cookies! yummy!

Then, oh my gosh, I kind've have a booty, thats fun!

Then, wow, my belly is starting to hang over my pants. ew. omg I am soo hungry, lets go to Cafe Rio. Wait, no I should really not eat as much, and I really need to start working out.

My minor body image issues soon faded into the background of my life until people started tagging recent photos of me in facebook.

Exhibit A

So, not that bad of a picture. My initial response "yikes, my hair, hmm my arms...well, thats just not a flattering picture of me...thats all." Yes, lets chalk it up to bad camera work (Lindsay Nash) and leave it at that. But then, I saw a series of pictures of me taken in the last month that are just horrendous looking. I mean, I can only blame Lindsay's poor camera work for so long.

Then I realized everything that had happened. It was as if overnight two Christmas hams grew on my thighs and butt. My boobs exploded over my bra(get over it, I just mentioned my boobs) and I had a couple of bear claws hanging off my lower stomach. My skinny jeans made my body look like a cup cake tin with too much dough coming out and over the sides. In a nutshell, this self realization was pretty much like the scene in Shrek, when Princess Fiona goes from a red-headed human into an ogre.

So why be so self deprecating on my blog? Well I'll tell you empty universe, because I'm going to start keeping track. I want to go from Ogre back to human, and Fitness Magazine told me that if I keep a public track record, I will shame myself into becoming pre-yaz* Katie.

But don't worry, I know that Cameron still loves me and I'm a daughter of God etc, etc, etc. You can give me a "don't hate your body" lecture or anything you want, but, in the end, its really no fun being an ogre.

* Yaz, aka Yasmine were the crazy pills I took before and after I got married so I wouldn't get a growth in my uterus (aka baby.) They helped me not get a growth in my uterus, but in the end gave me growth in my fat cells.