Well, there’s no hiding it from you guys when I backlog outfit pictures! Not with all of these hair changes I’ve been making. ;] I actually forgot all about these pictures. Nate wanted to play a round of golf one evening after work a few weeks back and even though I don’t play golf (at all) I never mind to go with him. I just hang out in the cart, read a magazine, and enjoy the fresh air. And he usually offers to take outfit photos so, ya know, win/win.
I had a lot of fun taking photos of him playing golf. Luckily, I don’t think Nate minds having a weirdo paparazzi wife who likes to creepily take candid photos of him. I try to tone it down a little when we’re out with friends though. It’s easy to forget that not everyone wants their photos all over my blog, though no one has ever said that to me. I just try to be courteous about that sort of thing. If you have a blog, how do you approach that topic? If I don’t know someone super well it’s pretty awkward to explain the whole idea of documenting my life through photography on a blog.
Real talk: I don’t love these photos of myself. I recently looked through some older photos of me and whoa buddy does my face look .. different. I just don’t feel like I look healthy. I’ve been sitting at a desk 8-9 hours a day, 5 days a week for 5 years – there’s not a lot to question about what is happening here! I was doing so well with Revolt Now Fitness for a while but when life got a little rough I fell off the wagon.. again. I need to get a game plan together and I need a way to keep myself accountable. I love the idea of what Jenny is doing with her Let’s Make Habits feature. It might be good to join in on something like that. I just know myself and I can always find excuses not to do something! Maybe I need to plaster some of those older photos around the house alongside some of these current ones! What gets you motivated to eat healthy and work out?
All I know is this: I must get in shape so at least one part of my body can be as rock hard as Nate’s calves. ;] Unfortunately, I don’t think I’ll be running 15 miles alongside him on a Saturday morning anytime soon ever. He’s got the kind of motivation I dream about. (Proud wife over here. Sorry, not sorry.)