On Thursday, I officially got kicked out of the "Fat Girls Club." One of it's (self-described, mind you) members pulled me into her area of the office to show her boss how much thinner I looked. She jokingly told me to turn in my ID. We talked and joked for a few; I thanked both of them for the compliments and went on my way to work.(Small things like that really help me reaffirm my progress and realize that though I still have very far to go, I have come far as well.)
As nice as it was to get compliments, I am starting to feel in a scary place.
No, not that kind of scary.
Yeah, more like that.
I am more and more not fitting into a group, if you will. Not that I really think anyone is talking about me (and if they are they probably were 20 pounds ago.) Its more of a no place to go. Sure, my friends still talk to me and whatnot, but I feel that unless directly asked, I really can't talk about what I'm up to. I recently told a lifetime friend that I had taken up running. I don't think she really knew what to say, so I made it a joke: "I must have fallen and hit my head or something, because you know I have never been athletic."
On the flip side of things, I do not fit in with the group of girls at the gym either. Don't get me wrong, they are nice and we say hi to each other and talk about stuff when we drop off and pick up our kids from the in-house babysitter. And their "hanging out" is working out at the gym 5 days a week. Which is cool, but I can't join them. I would either slow them down or they would leave me in the dust.
So, with every mile I run and pound I lose I get more and more into that "limbo" area. "Limbo" gets lonely.
So, I'll end this one with a prayer:
"Thank you God for giving me sisters and Hubby. They are stuck with me limbo or not!"
AMEN
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