It's so very difficult to get comfortable in your own skin. I have never in my entire life felt at ease in mine. It's the whole idea of having little conception of how far you have come.
My epiphany came when I spoke to a co-worker about clothing. I don't consider myself thin. I have never been thin in my adult life, so why would I ever think that would change? In any case, my co-worker asked me what size my pants were. I told her they were a size 4 (Eddie Bauer & Loft pants run fairly large). She answered that she was wearing a size 4. "But you're really thin!" I told her. She replied, "well, duh, so are you." That was the moment I realized how far I had come. I looked at my co-worker and said to myself, "wow, I really look like that?" I've been looking at myself in a different way ever since.
That doesn't even get into the whole physiological side of things. I'm just faster, my arms and legs are thinner, I'm less tired, I can actually feel my pulse because there's no adipose tissue to get in the way.
But the question is, where do I go from here? I have actually dropped another pants size. In some stores I am now a 2. I've been told from many fronts to stop losing weight - "that's enough! No more."
So what's the answer? More pilates? Flattening out this belly sounds like the ongoing order of business. Where do you go once you reached the mountain top? It's a tricky question...Life is all about finding that next project and the next destination...
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