I was home from work today because I broke my car this weekend (a story I will regale you with later, if I can write it in a magical way that will make it somehow interesting), and I had to wait for the tow truck guy this morning.
Anyway, since I was home with nothing really to do, and my bank statement came in the mail, I balanced my checkbook. Since I had no reason to keep the statement, I ran it through the shredder. Since I like running things through the shredder, I started to look through my old papers to see if I could find something else to shred. I found a whole bunch of crap from when I was in college, many moons ago. I don't know why I save all this stuff--I really, really don't.
What's the point of this boring story, you ask? While looking for shreddable things, I found my college ID from the time I was actually close to my goal weight:
The image quality isn't that great (11 year old picture + cheap-ass scanner) but check out those collarbones! I could have put someone's eye out with those. :)
I was right around 135-140 in that picture, about a size 10-12. If I hadn't liked to wear my clothes loose, I could have probably done an 8.
This is what I want to get back to, only more muscular and less naive.