“You can tell she’s lost weight, right?”
That was my best friend a few hours ago, pointing at my belly to one of my coworkers. My coworker smiled sweetly, said that I didn’t need to lose weight, and went on her way.
I felt mortified and I’m not entirely sure why. I’ve been waiting for someone to comment that they think I’ve lost weight, but I didn’t really want it to happen this way. I constantly feel like I haven’t lost enough visible inches, and I remind myself that I’m just barely under the cutoff for being overweight (and that my body fat is bad, bad, bad). Okay, constantly is an exaggeration, but still. I don’t feel like I’ve lost enough yet, and I’ve already lost 25% of my ultimate goal.
I guess impatience is a part of weight loss, especially when you’re short like me. Pounds look bigger on shorter people–it’s a fact–which also means that they come off slower. Grr.
Anyways. Food (off PAGG today):
I also made more jello tonight! Yay!