Had my weigh in at WW on Tuesday evening; the first since the week before Christmas. Turns out, that over the holidays I dropped a little over six pounds. My grand total of loss now stands at almost precisely forty pounds; this is more than my almost-four-year-old weighs. Holy tamales.
The thing is, at this size… it’s a little hard to tell. I can tell, just moving is easier and none of my clothes from before fit. But unless a person is fairly observant or a close friend, even when a girl stands almost 5’9″ tall, there is not a huge difference between 290 and 250, no pun intended. Case in point: while I think I did get an extra cute hairstyle a few months back… I get heaps and HEAPS of compliments from acquaintances on my hair. Still. And I’m due in for a cut/color next week. People can see there is a difference, but they cannot quite put their finger on it. So it must be the hair.
Just last Sunday, a friend whom I have not seen since last summer caught me in the hallway at church. After lavishly praising my hair (of course) she cocked her head to one side and said, “…and you look really tan. Is that a tan? Are you tan?”
I didn’t have the heart to tell her that I had lost almost half of her body weight since the last time she had seen me. She is one of those exquisite and teeny women who pole vault back into their jeans one week after giving birth. I didn’t want to explain, and I was needing to get to the nursery for singing time. So I thanked her, and told her “sorry, not tan!”
I still think it’s kind of funny, and just a teeny bit of a bummer.
Do you think that people will start to figure it out when I have dropped another forty? Sheesh. Hope so.