Lately I look a little bit different. My clothes fit a little bit different. The size on the tags of my clothes is a little bit different (a little bit smaller).
But I don’t feel different. I feel the same.
I see the same person when I look in the mirror.
I see the same tired eyes. The same blemished skin.
I see the same problem areas that need trimming (love handles, tummy, thighs).
I pick up the same sizes I used to wear when I go to try clothes on. (Out of habit).
I forget that I’m not as big as I was.
The biggest shock comes when I put on pre-child clothes. And even THEY are too big.
If it wasn’t for people I haven’t seen in a while asking me how much weight I’ve lost, I’d forget that I’ve lost 10 kgs (over 20 pounds!).
I feel happier. I look better. I move quicker. I feel fitter (when I’m not skipping 2 weeks worth of training sessions).
But I’m still the same me. With the same ideas, beliefs, hopes and wishes.
I’m the same. But different.