I see the numbers, I feel the difference in my clothes... but it still doesn't feel real. I've lost more than 30 pounds, I have less than 20 to go, and yet I have to pinch myself when I look in the mirror because... I really don't look the same. It's only been 23 weeks since I seriously began changing my lifestyle, and I feel like there's no end in sight. I'm in this for the rest of my life... and I'm not scared, at all. It's just so hard to believe that after years of failed diets, I've actually been able transition myself into a healthier lifestyle.
I look different, feel different... I've had guys stare at me who before would've never even given me a second look. Almost every day, some stranger tells me how beautiful I am.
Where were these people when I actually needed them? When my self-esteem was at an all-time low, where were they? They were avoiding my glance. They were taking a different route around the path in order to not pass near me.
I wasn't that big, and yet I was treated so much differently. I don't understand it. It's crazy, and yet so many people do it.
It's interesting.
Sorry for the rambling. Just sort of thinking "out loud"