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Photo comparisons

A few people have made mention of before and after shots.

I don't have many "decent" before photo's but here's two from my work Christmas function in 2003.

Christmas 2003 Christmas 2003

Not pretty!

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mareth_redorb
May. 25th, 2005 08:08 pm (UTC)
Probably doesn't help that you're seated next to so many scrawny little people in the one on the right. That and you didn't have your incredibly cool mohawk, which I think is one of the main reasons your current appearance is so good.
gypsyamber
May. 25th, 2005 08:49 pm (UTC)
Okay..I think I recognise you now! So I have seen you around Con prior to this year...

wow. go you! And definitely loving the mohawk more :-)
halloranelder
May. 25th, 2005 08:59 pm (UTC)
Yes, that was me.

Now you see why I have been making such a big deal of the weight loss? To me it is a big deal, and I'm so much better for it.

And yes, I'm loving the mohawk more and more.
claritysan
May. 25th, 2005 08:53 pm (UTC)
wow! that's amazing. i think i liked your tie in the work id shot a lot better than the bowtie. congrats on all your hard work!

cheers,

clarity
missedangel
May. 25th, 2005 10:43 pm (UTC)
awww, wada tute teddy bear :P
halloranelder
May. 26th, 2005 03:04 am (UTC)
Grr! :)
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