I stayed the night Saturday night with my parents. We didn't get in until midnight, and my mom and I worked on a scrapbook for Mother's Day. This morning, I was looking at pictures my mom had up of me around the house. Is it horrible to say that I wish they were gone? I really wish I could nicely ask her to take down all my fat pictures. I know I am not thin as a stick anymore, but I am not 300, 330, or 393 pounds anymore either. I feel like they are some type of "fat ghost" that is haunting me. That is another reason I am excited about going to work in a place where most of the people don't know that I was SSMO. (I think only 4 people know.)
Also, the girl who lives next door to me finally complimented me on my weight loss. She is finishing up medical school, and I just think she felt akward saying anything. She really freaked out when I told her how much weight I had lost. At the grocery story, I said hello to a parent whom I had BOTH of his children in school. He did not recognize me at all. It was cool to reintroduce myself to him.
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