A lot of people have told me that my personality has changed since I've lost weight.
It hasn't. It just comes out more.
I feel more entitled to be treated better. I laugh louder. I say silly things that before I was just thinking.
In so many ways, losing weight has reminded me of adolescence. For a while, I was much less steady as I got used to moving my familiar-yet-different body. I had to relearn some appropriate behavior.
I've never been a super-touchy person outside my immediate family. I joke with some friends about my "bubble." When I first lost weight, my bubble got even bigger. Excess weight becomes a physical barrier, and I got really used to that. When I first got smaller, a hug felt almost too intimate, just because people were literally closer. I'm beginning to be more comfortable with less space between me and others. And, in keeping with my tendency to do things I'm frightened of, I purposefully try to push my comfort zone on that front, not in a weird way, I hope.
Toes: My second toenail on my right foot is now nice and purple. I might go up another half size in shoes, but I have some concerns that that might cause other problems.
Today's run: Was a walk with Paul.
3 days ago