But get used to it: if you have (or have had) a gastric bypass or any other weight loss surgery, there are those who will think that your weight is now public information.
Personally, I’m a little uncomfortable talking about my weight with people. (Of course, this blog is an exception – but it allows me a bit of anonymity.) I’ve tried every polite way of not answering this question, to no avail.
Usually, I blink a few times, giving my best deer-in-the-headlights look, and really hesitate. I’m hoping they’ll feel how uncomfortable I am and so not ask again. Sometimes, I doge and say something like, “I haven’t weighed lately.” But it never works. (Plus it’s a lie. I weigh every morning just as soon as I go to the bathroom.)
“Well, about how much do you think?” they’ll ask, completely oblivious to my discomfort.
So, finally, I’ll bite the bullet. “114 pounds.”
“Wow!” they always say. “You look great!”
For some reason, now that the number is out in the open, I feel compelled to tell them that I’m not done yet – about 30 pounds to go. And I also feel compelled to minimize the accomplishment by pointing out my sagging skin – yeah, I may look great with clothes on, but if you saw me without them…
There’s something really deep going on here. Because I do look good, no matter what the skin under my clothes looks like, or how far I still need to go. When I get some before-and-after pics posted, you’ll see what I mean.
But for some reason, I’m not quite the super-confident, hot-looking chick I imagined I’d be by now. If you had told me a year ago that I’d weigh the same as I did in high school by now, I’d have been thrilled. At my heaviest, I’d look back on those pictures and wonder why on earth I wasn’t more popular with the boys.
My brain is still catching up with my body. And it just doesn’t know how to process the great-looking woman it sees when clothed with the 80-year-old body it sees in the bathtub.
I guess that’s why I don’t like talking about it with people I’m not close to. Because it’s something I haven’t really gotten a good handle on yet.
Who knows? Maybe in another 30 pounds they’ll stop asking!