Almost There

This morning when I weighed myself I thought my scale needed new batteries. I'm almost to goal. I have a check-up on Monday and their scale always weighs a couple of pounds more than mine. But still, I'm almost there. 

Here are some observations from my journey;

I had a remarkable recovery. I don't know if that's more the norm for this surgery or not. But I felt good from the beginning and have felt AB FAB since about 2 weeks out.

I noticed I had to re-learn how to walk. At some point I felt like I was off balance and was walking funny. I guess I'd lost enough weight that my center of gravity had shifted or something. I've never seen anyone post about this so I don't know if it's just something odd about me or what.

I don't know what I look like anymore. I knew what I looked like when I was fat, even though I hated to look at myself. Now, I can't come to grips with my new body image. I don't know if I still have a fat butt or not. 

I want my clothes to FIT. I used to like everything I wore to be loose. I didn't want to feel my clothes touching me. Now, I don't want anything to be baggy. I'm dropping sizes and actually like a more fitted style. I sort of like to be able to feel my clothes. I don't like them to look too big.

I'm not embarrassed of myself any more. When I was fat I was so embarrassed - I didn't want anyone to look at me. Now, look all you want.


I know maintenance will be my biggest challenge. I'll have to keep my head in the game and not lose sight of ME, now that I've caught a glimpse of what I should look like. 

Wow, great post!  I understand what you mean by having more fitting clothes.  I feel the same way as you.  I want my clothes to fit closely, not baggy, which is completely oppositie of how I used to wear my clothes.  Great job on your weight loss!  Now, you will need to post pictures.

I was actually out shopping today for the first time since going on vacation in Italy. I realized that I had no idea what size I was. The whole time I lived here, I was morbidly obese and bought no clothes. Nor did I bother learning what the size conversions were. So, I went into a shop I always wished I could fit into, and picked up a jacket in size 46. It was too big. Not knowing what a 46 was, I picked up a 44. Then, a shop assistant approached me and said, "Signora, that is too big for you, try this one." and she handed me a 42. It fit. When I looked at the inside label, it had an American size on it as well as the Italian. I just about fainted on the floor when I saw it said size 8. 7 months ago, I was a 22. Now, I'm an 8?! Also, 7 months ago, I would have picked up a heavy, voluminous sweater, not a cropped, fitted jacket! What a glorious difference!!

I just love  love this post. You feel like I do about my self well some of it. I don't know what I look like any more I love my cloths to fit me now. And when I am out and walking in a store I look up when I wal****ep telling my self I am worth looking at.