I mean, seriously, I spent the entire drive home on Tuesday with the angel on one shoulder and the devil on the other about going to the 6:15 cycling class. I knew I needed to go. I wanted to go. I just couldn't make myself go. I got home and changed into my comfy clothes and did housework instead.
So, this morning as I'm getting ready to run out the door I saw the Experience Life magazine sitting on the coffee table where I'd thrown it when it came in the mail. For some reason, I picked it up and brought it to work with me. I read it today at lunch. Talk about good timing!
At first I tried to find the article on Inertia that is featured on the cover. As I was flipping I stopped on the page Friendly Frames where it talks about how and why you can sabotage yourself. Right there, number 1 was how losing weight can invite outside attention and comment. It made total sense to me.
"Visible changes in body shape and size often invite outside attention and
comment. This can leave you feeling more "on stage" and inspected than you find
comfortable. You may have mixed feelings about being more attractive, and
particularly about attracting romantic attention."
I had a total freak out at an SCA event back in November. I was hanging out, doing my normal thing but there was a subtle shift in the way guys were responding to me. I got hit on by a guy young enough to be my son! Instead of it being playful flirting, it got serious really fast. I had to keep leaving to different parts of the party because it stopped being playful and the guys were trying to get me to go off with them. I finally ran off to a quiet campfire and, out of the blue, it happened again with someone I've never even flirted with before. I ran off to my bed...alone! Now, I'm not a prude and in the past I would never have had a problem with hooking up with any one of these guys for the night. I don't know why I freaked out.
Then, at Gulf Wars, the same thing happened. I had guys hitting on me left and right. A little playful flirting went a long way! Luckily, I found someone to keep me company because otherwise I might have spent a large part of the war hiding by my campfire.
Everywhere I went, I heard "Wow! You look great!" At work even...Wow, Lisa, you've lost a lot of weight since you started here. At first it was flattering and I kind of liked it but now it just makes me uncomfortable. When I look in the mirror, I still the 340lb Lisa, not the 230lb Lisa. Then I wonder what will it be like if I ever get down to my "ideal" weight. Would I even recognize myself?
I never realized how invisible I really was until now I'm suddenly in a spotlight, or at least that is how it feels.
As I read the rest of the items, I realized that I still have a long way to go emotionally. That is going to have to be the next phase. Getting my head on board with the body. Sigghhhh...