I've never cried. But I have caught myself in a mirror or in a recent picture and thought, "That can't possibly be right. That's not me, I'm not that fat." It's strange, to know that you are X pounds over weight, and you know that you are much larger than you should be, and yet, somehow you aren't quite as big in your mind's eye as you really are. Until you are smacked with undeniable proof. And then your stomach bottoms out. (Mentally AND physically?)
And then, for some strange reason, as you lose weight, you don't believe that you are skinnier. You look at the pictures and think, "No way, not me" even if you are pretty close to your starting mind's eye image.
The lesson? We're all bonkers!
