On Getting Skinny (Ish)

As I may have mentioned at various points over the last two to three months, I am on a diet.  I am happy to report - aside from one minor hiccup a couple of weeks back with a one-pound weight gain - I have been steadily losing weight since starting at Slimming World.

Personally, I can't see the difference, not really.  Sure, my belts are on the tightest they will go, and sure, my trousers are still slipping down revealing some arse-cleavage for all behind me to witness, and I will confess that some of my tee-shirts feel a little airier than usual, but I digress.

I can't see my weight loss - I'm still a big fatty, and still have a long way to go.  But, others are starting to notice the weight slipping off, and people are actually saying "Wow, you're losing weight!" which is nice. Even Kellie has complained mentioned that I feel smaller when she snuggles up beside me in bed at night.

A couple of days ago, I saw someone out and about I've not seen for a while - she's an "older person" (OP) that works around the corner, and apparently, I've not been near her in a while.

OP: Wow, you've lost weight since I saw you last!
Me: Thank you! (Actually beaming as clearly, the weight is coming off)
OP: Not seen you for ages.
Me: I've been around, just busy, but been dieting for the last eleven weeks.
OP: Oh, right... I thought you might have had cancer or something...
Me: Er, no...

The conversation pretty much died at that point, and I went about my business.  I'm not entirely sure why she saw me as a fatty losing weight, therefore I MUST be dying.  I wasn't sure if I should be offended, angry or upset.  Yes, she noticed I lost weight, bargain.

But am I only capable of doing so by shuffling off this mortal coil?

When I told Kellie, she thought it was hilarious, but she too wasn't sure if it was a good thing or a bad thing that my life being in danger is how I lose weight.

But at least she noticed, I suppose!