They are starting to happen. I’ve been frustrated lately. My boyfriend assures me that my hard work is paying off but I can’t see the progress yet. At least I couldn’t until this morning.
I looked at myself good and hard in the mirror, as I do every day, critiquing myself, and then I pulled up the pictures he took just two weeks ago. And I could see a little, tiny bit of difference. In my butt, in my waist, in my belly. Progress. I’m slowly but surely getting there.
I can’t wait for the next round of pics at the start of next month.