I'm in your boat. Until breaking into a normal weight range last November, I had been overweight/obese for my entire life. Fat, fluffy, whatever.
Weight loss has played with my mind, for sure, and it's messed with those closest to me, too. What I mean by that is, my sister has flat out told me that I look "weird" now. While my sister might need to choose her words more carefully

, I know what she means - she's only ever known me fat. She lives in a different city, so only saw me sporadically on the journey and therefore never got a chance to get used to me thinner, so to her it seems really sudden and I don't look like the Jennifer she has known for 33 years.
I'm slowly getting used to my "new" self, though, and I'm very much trying to take it day by day. I read maintenance blogs (Refuse to Regain and Lynn's Weigh, for starters) and focus on here and now. One of the things that helps is that I moved toward the middle/end of my weight loss journey, so a lot of people I'm with right now at work and church and so forth don't know the "old" Jen at all, so I don't have to constantly be compared to what I used to look like.
I do firmly, absolutely believe that I can maintain a healthy weight for the rest of my life. So what if I spend the first 32 years of my life being fat? I spent years of adolescence in braces, dorky plastic-framed glasses, and badly matched clothes, and no one expects me to return to that!
