Hi, Krusty,
Glad to see you made it to TDC--I hope you find it to be a as warm, welcoming, and insightful a part of this journey as have I.
I liked your comment, Hummelda:
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Originally Posted by hummelda
It has not affected how I treat others, how I care about others nor how I feel about others. But it has changed how others treat me. I am less "invisible" to some people. Not that it really matters, though, does it? Those people I really care about were happy for me and didn't change how we interacted.
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I would have to say I struggled with some of the same issues, and I dealt with them by hiding. Very BRAVE of me, yes?
I tend to wear long dresses, and sometimes layer them with an underdress/jumper combo. Through on a pair of tights and an underslip, wear a shawl over my shoulders (okay, so the climate here is a leeettle cooler than Cairo,) and nobody could see WHAT was happening under all those clothes.
And when I was ready, I came out from under. I was spotted at a play last night wearing *gasp* jeans out in public. And a few friends commented that they've never seen me wearing pants before, and one said to another, "She's doing Atkins, too." (Both were LCing now themselves.) And that was it, and it was fine.
My weight loss is not transforming me into a movie-star glam-type person. I still have the same friends, and they are happy for me, and my kids are thrilled, and a year from now probably no one will even remember or care much because life will have rolled on and my lower weight will be the new normal.
I needed to make a safe zone for myself while I lost the weight, because I felt vulnerable to the wrong comments. (Example (when much younger): having a semi-stranger come up to me, stare directly at my breasts and say, "Don't get TOO small." Sigh. The jerks will always be among us.)
I've also been exercising, both with water aerobics and martial arts, and I think that has increased my confidence and boundaries.
I got on the scale this morning, and the awaited number had arrived: I am now down 50 pounds. The small voice whispered, "Halfway home."
Yeah. What she said.
I saw a familiar face yesterday, one I haven't seen for a long time, the same one on my college ID photo. Said, "Hey. I know you." And I admired the fit of my jeans. I'm starting to look a wee bit leggy. I remember her--me. And it felt good, really good, to see the possibilities slowly emerging.
Where am I going with this? The point I'm trying to make is, maybe when you lose weight, you'll find the real you, a blend of the health and vigor and shapeliness you once had, and the wisdom and compassion you have forged.
For me, weight hasn't been a non-issue, as it has for some, so what I say here may not be true for anyone else. But for me, it's been a labyrinth, in which I have struggled for years. I see daylight, and I'm moving towards it.