Battle of the bulge

Sometimes...I want to kick my own ass. I bring ill-fitting waistlines and shirts that showcase my biscuit dough stomach onto myself. I have no one to blame but me. Yes, I did just have a baby...but 10 months ago. Yes, I have lost all that baby weight plus 2 pounds. But I was not happy with myself to begin with. I saw pictures of myself from when I was 17-22 years old and I pretty much felt like jumping in front of a bus. All I saw was a slimmer version of myself. But I am the only one who knows that that 25 pounds skinner me always thought that she needed to be 20 pounds thinner...and that would be the solution to all of her problems. I just want to reach inside of those pictures and shake sense and self-confidence into that girl. But, I still feel like if I lost another 10 pounds...slimmed down by a couple of sizes...that I would be so much better off. I need to dedicate more time to my health...for my husband, for my girls and most of all, for myself. Because I don't want to look at pictures of myself in another 10 years and shake my head in disappointment.