But lately, I'm starting to feel positively invisible. I'm in the process of losing weight and thus far, am down 23.4 lbs. That, in my book, is not chump change. I haven't been ballyhooing it around because I've been down this road before and I don't want other people dwelling on it, but dammit, that's a nice amount of weight to lose. And no one has noticed. The other night, I demonstrated for my husband how I could now remove my jeans without undoing them and his comment? "Huh. Neat." That's it. No one at work has noticed, neither of my parents have noticed and only one friend has said anything to me about it (thank you, T, you made my night). I think I'm officially nonplussed.
This, of course, sends me into a tailspin of "Jesus, I must be huge if 23 lbs isn't even showing." Then I head right for the biscotti I have hiding in the back of the cupboard.
In an effort to outwit the grey hair that is
I'm seriously thinking of piercing my nose, just to see if they'll spot that one.
And apparently it's delurk day. So if you read but never comment, please feel free to leave one. It'll make me feel less invisible.