Don't misunderstand, I still have a long way to go -- but I had a big moment today and I want to try to blog about it to perhaps explain how I'm feeling and what's going through my mind.
Today was the first day that I really felt a significant difference in my body. My bras are all loose even on the last hooks -- and the cups are baggy. My clothes are starting to hang on me and as my hands follow the curves of my breasts, stomach, waist, and legs, I can distinctly tell that my topography is changing.
Now, as amazing as that is -- it leaves me feeling strange. Almost like I'm saying goodbye to an old friend -- someone I know I'll never see again. Although it's amazing and feels incredible -- there's a twinge of melancholy.
I know -- crazy right?
But so many people talk about losing significant amounts of weight and then sabotaging their progress due to "fear of success". I think I understand that concept.
Maybe it's only a odd fear-based feeling? Maybe something as simple as fear of change -- fear of the unknown? Maybe I've just grown comfortable in my fatness? This fat suit that I wear. This fat shield that I stand behind and look through. Why would I want to hold on to that? I don't.
I just feel myself disappearing -- melting -- changing -- morphing -- I wonder if I'll miss the curves and speed bumps and fleshy masses? I know I'll never have this fat body again.
I know. I really know.
This time it's for real. This time it's going to stick -- and I know I'm in for a major appearance overhaul.
When I'm thin there will be no boundaries for me. No reason to hold back in any aspect of my life. Sounds exciting doesn't it?
No inhibitions, no limits. No reason to hide. No second guessing -- and certainly no excuses not to do anything.
My fat as a grown-up security blanket? I never saw it like that before today. Maybe it is? Maybe I've really been in denial all this time. Maybe I'm not as secure and confident as I always thought I was.
Doesn't really matter though -- because I'm going for the full monty this time.
Watch out for a new Leah -- one I hope you recognize -- one I hope you love and embrace as much as I will. I can't wait to reveal the thin person within. I've been trapped inside too long -- got too comfy and lazy and gave up and gave in for too long.
It's time to change -- to grow -- to not be afraid of my new body.
The second 6 weeks starts Monday. Half-way to 3 months. The changes have already begun.
Remember the old Leah -- for that person is no more -- and make room for the new Leah -- for she is alive and well and ready to face this new reality.
My love to all --