randompersonrandom
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Today the scale read 126 lbs. I find myself staring at my thigh gap for far longer than I should, since it doesn't feel real. The sizes on my clothes don't feel real either. There are strange bones in strange spots. I keep thinking about buying a full length mirror, and then I tell myself off: "That is unlikely to build character, randompersonrandom. You can look at yourself in the ones in the gym if you want to see it so bad." Every conversation opens with "YOU ARE SO SKINNY". To myself I still look fat, but I KNOW it's in my head and don't concern myself with it.
My no-lower-than-this is 121, and I'm on track to get there in the next month. And then I'm like....done trying to get more off.
I'll celebrate with one of those big Costco blueberry muffins as a joke with a family that kinda adopted me down here. (I was 186 pounds a couple of years back, eating one of those and lamenting that I couldn't afford ozempic. One of the women in that family said, deadpan, "If you're obese and have an associated comorbidity, sometimes insurance will pay for it. (Pause.) Have another muffin.") But my regular losing-weight food is very good, and I go to the gym because it's pleasant to exercise when you're not overweight, which nobody told me, so that won't be hard to keep doing.
I have no experience whatsoever at "not needing to lose weight right now." I have always been either actively working to lose weight, or gaining weight while stressing over the fact that I need to get hold of myself.
This will be my first time where when I get on the scale, it will be with the hope that it says what it said yesterday, last week, last month. This will be the most surreal experience.
My no-lower-than-this is 121, and I'm on track to get there in the next month. And then I'm like....done trying to get more off.
I'll celebrate with one of those big Costco blueberry muffins as a joke with a family that kinda adopted me down here. (I was 186 pounds a couple of years back, eating one of those and lamenting that I couldn't afford ozempic. One of the women in that family said, deadpan, "If you're obese and have an associated comorbidity, sometimes insurance will pay for it. (Pause.) Have another muffin.") But my regular losing-weight food is very good, and I go to the gym because it's pleasant to exercise when you're not overweight, which nobody told me, so that won't be hard to keep doing.
I have no experience whatsoever at "not needing to lose weight right now." I have always been either actively working to lose weight, or gaining weight while stressing over the fact that I need to get hold of myself.
This will be my first time where when I get on the scale, it will be with the hope that it says what it said yesterday, last week, last month. This will be the most surreal experience.