Even though I’ve lost an insane amount of weight, I feel weird bragging about it to anyone outside of the weight loss community. Heh, weight loss community. That makes it sound like we all live in some retirement village together and play water polo on the weekends.
For instance, yesterday I went shopping for a sewing machine with my mother since she’s the one who actually sews. I can’t tell a zig-zag foot from a buttonholer and wanted an expert with me to ensure I didn’t make a huge purchasing mistake. I’ve probably watched too much Project Runway because I now have fantasies of sewing fabulous clothing, which will probably dissolve as soon as I try to hem curtains for my new place and discover “Hey, this sewing thing is hard!”
After Steve the Sears salesman helped us pick out a machine, he mentioned that if I opened a Sears credit card account I could save an additional $15. I was game, so I had to hand over my driver’s license for the credit application. Then Steve asked a very funny question. “Has any information on your license changed?” Why did this question make Steve sound like a comedian at open mike night? Check it out yourself:
Why yes, Steve, some changes have taken place in the past 2 years since I got my license renewed! I got my ears pierced, can’t you tell? It makes my whole face look slimmer. Actually, I just told him my address had changed. Then after a pause I mentioned that I had lost some weight too since it felt weird ignoring such an obvious piece of information. I might as well have grown a second head and the change would have been less obvious. He said he’d noticed but didn’t want to say anything since people don’t always take it as a compliment. Smart sales technique, Steve.
My mom is still standing in the background and I can tell she really wants me to mention how much weight I’ve lost because she says, “If you’re nice maybe she’ll tell you how much weight she’s lost!” See the subtext hidden in there? Instead of listing numbers I just said I now weighed less than I said I had on my license, which I totally lied on anyway.
Personally, I don’t like to mention how much I’ve lost unless someone directly asks, which most people are too scared to do anyway. It feels like I’m fishing for compliments or I’m bragging about how fantastic I am. Maybe if it were only 20 pounds or so I’d be more comfortable about it, but 150 is a hell of a lot. My mom loves to tell people how much I’ve lost, which I understand is just because she’s proud of me. Plus, it’s a parent’s mission in life to let other people know how much better their children are in comparison to other people. The whole “My child is an honor student” bumper sticker industry thrives on this fact.
I did feel a little buzz of accomplishment and self-satisfaction over the fact that I look so noticeably different. I’m certainly proud of how far I’ve come. I just don’t feel the need to rub it in other people’s faces. You won’t be catching me wearing an “Ask me how much weight I’ve lost” T-shirt anytime in the future.