The 3* pounds between your ears… those are the ones that are the real bitch.
February 2nd, 2010 by sarah
Me: “I’ve lost 60.1 pounds!”
Friend: “oooh, time for before and after pictures!”
Me: “Screw you, hippy.”
So- yes. I’m thrilled with that landmark having been met, and will be even more thrilled if next week I don’t gain .2 lbs or more. I’m very happy with it… but here’s the thing- I do not see it.
A really smart chick I know who’s lost a whole lot of weight says that it takes about a year for you to visually ’see’ weight loss, and while I hate her for telling me that, I think I’m agreeing. I see little things- like noticing that I have visible collar bones, or catching myself off guard in a mirror, but it goes away very quickly, as soon as I try to pay attention. Now- I’ve noticed some serious OTHER changes that I’m loving. Like flexibility, and my knees not hurting, and being able to walk/jog for 5 miles without wanting an ambulance. There’s good stuff going on, and I’m not knocking that one little bit. It’s amazing, and is reward enough. I have had to buy new clothes (and steal Sabine’s old clothes, which is even better). The difference from a 24 to a 16ish is big- and the difference between a 44DD and a 38D… well, that’s going to be getting into the realm of oversharing, so we won’t get started down that horribly depressing road. Mentally I get that a lot has changed, but seriously- I still look exactly the same to me, and that whole thing with pictures… yeah, not so much. Thanks for asking, and try again later.
Part of me wonders if this is where eating disorders come from. I’m trusting that if I ever even get close to that point, Sabine and Charles will force-feed me tiramisu and cake and bacon (and probably take no end of sadistic glee in doing so), so it’s not like I’m concerned about developing one, but I’m feeling more like I can understand what’s behind them.
So- yay. Landmark hit, and I’m grateful and proud and happy and all that stuff, I really am. I just wish my brain would get with the program and catch up.
* had to change the subject, because I had mistakenly thought that brains weighed 8 lbs, then I found out that yeah, if they do, something is SERIOUSLY WRONG WITH YOU. Who knew?
First, lemme say the image of you trying to see yourself in the mirror is stuck in my head now like Sheldon in front of his board on Big Bang Theory last night. Priceless. And the brain is a bitch. And it really is how eating disorders get under your skin. And how billions of dollars get made by the diet and weight loss industry. That little inner voice that says it’s never enough has got this massive PR firm working for it. So long as they can keep you convinced that you didn’t do enough Special K and Jenny Craig and all those scary fat burner pill manufacturers keep winning. All I got to say is the last weekend we hung out, I got pictures of you that do not lie and I did an actual double take at you in the green dress. And that was the comfy dress you put on for floor sitting and skateboard shennanigans, right?
OS- YES. Exactly. BAZINGA! I am Sheldon with his board. Or, possibly, I am Sheldon in his ball pit (which, come on, we all KNOW Sheldon wouldn’t get in the pit with his phobia of germs- those things are filthy, so he must’ve been not right).
Thank you, sugar. Though I’m scared to say it, I think I might like to see those pictures… maybe. Your call, though. You know me better than me, after all.
Maybe he washed each and every one before he climbed in. Bazinga!