As long as I can remember, I’ve had one randomly, incongruously sized body part: my feet. I’m average height, but my feet are above average in length and way below average in width. Unlike the rest of my body, they’re long and skinny.
When I reached my smallest adult size last year, I had lost at least a half-shoe size, which I regained over the course of the last year along with a bunch of the weight I had worked so hard to lose. I suddenly find myself down another half-shoe size again, to 9 from 9½. I’ve spent the day accidentally stepping out of my shoes while roaming the halls of my office.
While this is amusing and an overall encouraging sign of changes that are happening in my body, it’s also mildly annoying and bewildering. I mean, come on, body! You have tens of pounds to lose from the midsection, but you’re opting to drop the weight from what’s already the smallest part?! DUDE. Get right.
But like I originally said, it’s a good sign. If this pattern of weight loss mimics last time’s, my silly body will shed weight in this order (which tracks so far this time around):
So, let’s go, body! NEXT!