I'm starting to forget...
...what it feels like to be overweight. Obviously that is great, my mind is finally starting to catch up with my body. I'm not as shocked anymore when I sit in a booth at a restaurant and my belly is a couple feet away from the table as opposed to spilling over it, I don't feel like I'm going to bump into everyone in a crowd, I don't dread movie theater seats, I don't worry that I won't be able to find something to wear that will make me look awesome. But sometimes I wonder will my forgetfullness lead to complacency and regain? As much as I want to burn them I actually keep a few photos of myself around the house at my high weight to remind me of where I came from, but sometimes I wish I could live a day in that old body to keep me grateful, to make me remember where I never want to be again. In general though it's nice to finally feel like this body is mine and feel *normal*.
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