I don't look like a fat girl any more. Well I look like a former fatty, we can spot each other, well pre-plastic surgery.
I've lost my membership to the fat girl club too. You know when you catch the eye of a similar sized person and you acknowledge each other. Yeah, I was looking across the room at this SMO woman and she looked right through me, didn't give me a second glance.
It didn't make me sad but it was noticeable. I just want to give a power to the people to the people who don't get much in the way friendliness. But can't force something like that, huh?
I was walking into a new gym last week and had to pump myself up and do all that positive self talk like you belong here, people aren't going to expect you to keel over and die in the first 5 minutes on the treadmill, it was odd. Then I got the mental picture, that whoa, I'm regular sized, I'll be just fine.
There's that stuff and then there's how do I get the last 60 pounds off? I was hankering for my original mojo and bemoaning that I just couldn't find it after months of trying. I correlated it to a relationship, you can only be new once. Then you grow it together. Most folks think of weight loss as a get it off then maintain it. It's impossible to feel the same way about something a year or 2 later.
Anyway thoughts to save for a later time.
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I still insist on being in the club, but I don't think I am welcome anymore. It's kind of like I don't know where I fit in anymore....
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