I’m not a big fan of before and after shots. Don’t get me wrong, they look great, but they’re a rigged game.
Most people are a big bowl of beans and a talk glass of milk away from a puffy, bloated look that’s well suited for a before photo.
Give them a couple hours to digest, then the same person is one intense workout and some clever lighting away from a killer after shot.
To me the more exciting ones are the clearly long-term changes, where someone dropped weight in the 90s and has held it off. I like those because they signal an actual transformation, not an unsustainable 90-day bodily blitzkrieg.
My little transformation isn’t complete, but I have found myself struck by some of the “before” shots from the last ten years.
These photos aren’t meant to fat shame myself or anyone else. I put them out there to help me remember the state of my brain, which was also poorly conditioned. To me, that’s the real fun of before and after photos.
So, after photos, minus 45 pounds (or 65, depending on how far back I’m choosing to go).
I don’t have any shots where I’m oiled up and flexing. No matter what kind of shape I’m in, “shirtless internet guy” isn’t a category I’m shooting for.
But I have some that show me in a skinnier frame and a far better state of mind.
I’m proud of what I’ve been able to do, so this is sort of a victory lap. A short one, because all I’ve really accomplished it setting myself up to face far gnarlier boulders.
Everyone deserves their own before and after. I think everyone can have their own before and after, if they really want. You just have to decide to make yourself uncomfortable, take a first step or two.
Physical transformations are fun, but they don’t come without mental transformations. At least, the ones that last don’t.
A refreshed, uncomfortable mind doesn’t show up in photos to anyone but the individual in question. But when you get to see it, it’s a lot of fun.