It’s a weird feeling to feel yourself losing weight.
And no, I don’t mean a grumble in your tummy, or sweat running down your back, but rather with your own two hands. To people who have never needed to lose weight, it’ll be a foreign concept, but it’s truly the strangest thing for your hand to mindlessly brush against a part of your body, and for your brain to trigger, ‘wait, that used to be bigger.’
It’s so easy to trick your eyes into seeing what they want; dress to impress all in black, highlight the smallest part of yourself, good lighting, a flattering jacket, a good mirror… all tricks of the trade. But to actually have your hands feel a difference? just plain awesome. And real. So, so real.
This happened to me twice today; once at work, and once in bed. At work I dropped my pen and my hand swept past my thigh to get it, and the trigger went off. Something was different. That thigh, perhaps only by a millimetre or two, was smaller. Definitely smaller. More defined. And then tonight. 5 minutes ago. As I was drifting off to bed and rolled onto my side, my right hand grazed between my hip bone and ribs, and without question I knew there was less of me there.
Really good day; exercise & food wise. I can literally feel my hard work paying off. And damn, my friends, it feels good.