Five. That’s how many people commented on my weight loss today. FIVE.
Co-worker #1: “Have you lost more weight? You look so good!” (woman)
Co-worker #2: “Are you getting smaller? You look like you’ve lost weight!” (woman)
Co-worker #3: “You’re looking so good lately. I’m jealous.” (woman)
Co-worker #4: “Hey, girl, you look GOOD! Whatever you’re doing, it’s working. How much weight have you lost?” (woman)
Co-worker #5: “So… uh… have you been doing something different lately?” (man)
Side note: It’s so funny how differently men and women broach the subject. Women just go for it, like, “Work it, girl!” Men speak in euphemisms. I think weight is the ONLY conversation topic where I can say I’ve experienced that. It’s typically the reverse. (I know gender dynamics in the workplace are the main factor here, but I can still find that amusing. It’s adorable to watch my male colleagues squirm while trying to find a way to compliment me without risking a breach of HR policies.)
Anyway, the universe once again heard my outcries of frustration and sent me five reminders of why I’m doing this. I need to not get tripped up on what may or may not happen in the future chapters of my weight loss. I did that on a previous go-around, and I let it derail me. Not this time. What happens in the future is up to me, just like everything that has happened up until this point. I let my exhaustion get the better of me yesterday, and ever since I had my little ranty moment, I haven’t given it much further thought.
What was it about today, though? It’s so funny how I go for stretches of time with no one making a peep about my weight loss progress, and then, BAM!, five in one day. I have officially lost track of how many people have remarked or what they’ve said (unless I wrote that stuff down in this blog). I mean, I look like I’m wearing my big sister’s clothes these days because the most recent duds I bought are now hanging on me, but I don’t know why that just suddenly happened. Case in point: that oh-honey shirt I bought back in May is now loose to the point that the torso fabric no longer hugs my stomach and my bra is now visible through the arm holes when I move my arms. Maybe this is a classic case of proportion shifts happening in the place of significant weight loss, and it’s my trade-off for the small losses on the scale recently. Too bad I’ll never know because I’m such an inexplicably incompetent body measurer!
Either way, whatever. I’ll take it. I’d like to once again thank the universe for patting me on my pretty little head when I felt like an ugly little mess.