Not a problem, just an odd thing that happened recently that I don't know if I have ever experienced before, or at least not that I can remember.
I have lost nearly 70 pounds from my high weight, and about 55 or so from a small range where I weighed for quite a while, though only about 35 or so from what I have weighed for most of the last couple years (up to and including this past summer). It took this whole 70 pounds for me to finally change sizes completely - not just down to the "bigger" 2x shirts, for example, but ALL of the 2x shirts fit me now versus 3x. My pants size has gone down by 2 inches all the time now and is verging on 4 inches down - some of those fit and some are still snug. And I have pulled a lot of clothes out of boxes and spare closets that I don't even remember owning or ever wearing, so they are "new" to me, basically (and some still have tags). Haven't even tried all of them on yet, just hung them in place and grab something if I'm in a hurry.
So I was out and about in some of these "new to me again" clothes last week... I was in a public building, came around a corner to a wall of mirrors... and for a second, did not immediately recognize myself.
I'm sure it was a combo of clothes I don't recognize as my own yet, plus the fact that I guess I finally do look a little slimmer than I have for a long time. And of course, it was really nice to see a thinner person in the mirror than I have seen in quite some time and not instantly recognize myself. But it was also slightly unsettling in some odd way. It was almost like an "out of body" experience or something I can't really explain - weird to look in a mirror and not immediately "see" yourself, you know?
I still have a long ways to go, and I know I'm still fat. If I study myself in the mirror, which I do with fair regularity these days, LOL, I of course do see myself and can see that I am basically a little smaller all over but still have plenty of work to do.
Regardless, it was still very strange if only for a split second.
Anyhow, just thought I would share it.
I have lost nearly 70 pounds from my high weight, and about 55 or so from a small range where I weighed for quite a while, though only about 35 or so from what I have weighed for most of the last couple years (up to and including this past summer). It took this whole 70 pounds for me to finally change sizes completely - not just down to the "bigger" 2x shirts, for example, but ALL of the 2x shirts fit me now versus 3x. My pants size has gone down by 2 inches all the time now and is verging on 4 inches down - some of those fit and some are still snug. And I have pulled a lot of clothes out of boxes and spare closets that I don't even remember owning or ever wearing, so they are "new" to me, basically (and some still have tags). Haven't even tried all of them on yet, just hung them in place and grab something if I'm in a hurry.
So I was out and about in some of these "new to me again" clothes last week... I was in a public building, came around a corner to a wall of mirrors... and for a second, did not immediately recognize myself.
I'm sure it was a combo of clothes I don't recognize as my own yet, plus the fact that I guess I finally do look a little slimmer than I have for a long time. And of course, it was really nice to see a thinner person in the mirror than I have seen in quite some time and not instantly recognize myself. But it was also slightly unsettling in some odd way. It was almost like an "out of body" experience or something I can't really explain - weird to look in a mirror and not immediately "see" yourself, you know?
I still have a long ways to go, and I know I'm still fat. If I study myself in the mirror, which I do with fair regularity these days, LOL, I of course do see myself and can see that I am basically a little smaller all over but still have plenty of work to do.
Regardless, it was still very strange if only for a split second.
Anyhow, just thought I would share it.














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