Well, we talked about it, and I finally went and done did it. If certain other bloggers can be forthright with their image, then screw it, so can I. I think. Yes, yes I can.
Dys was kind enough to take these photos after I got home from my workout. You know, so I’d be nice and depleted and red-faced. As Crisitunity was pointing out, looking wretched in the “before” picture just makes it easier to look better in the “after!” So I successfully resisted the impulse to suck in ye olde gut. Barely. I didn’t even try to yank my beard into place like I normally would. And probably the fact that I was too worn the hell out to think much about it helped. Likewise, I’m posting before I can get some sleep and maybe think better of the whole idea.
Mostly-occluded butt shot by vaguely popular and mostly joking e-mailed demand. (The suggestion that I put up a good flex for a shot was heartily turned down by the photographer.)
Am I wretchedly overweight? Nope. Can I tell where the extra weight is? Yep. Motivated to work harder by posting these pictures publicly? Uh, roger that.
Wish I’d left my shoes on? Yup.