How does losing the 36 pounds feel? My answer: smaller.
One thing that I did notice yesterday that was pretty cool was that, other than the fact that I fit into a dress that I haven’t fit into for 2 or 3 years, was that my thighs weren’t ready to start a fire from the friction that they had previously caused when I walked.
I have realized that there are certain things that people don’t mention about being chubby: on weigh in day, you always want to have a bowl movement. Gross, yes, but true. SO true. And no amount of baby 
powder can help with the friction in the thighs if at no point do they break contact with one another. What happens instead is a great deal of sweat. Mix that with powder and you have paste. Once that rubs long enough, you have little pills of paste falling from between your legs and then you have a reaction from the thigh paste. So, my options were: a rash from natural friction & sweat (no thigh paste), a rash with the powder causing thigh paste and dropping white clumps of pasty thigh sweat powder pellets, or wear pantyhose to help suck the thighs in a bit and delay and confine the rash to the area that ends up wearing the nylons thin and causing tumor looking bulbous areas to pop out. I know, painting a pretty picture, huh? Well…being fat isn’t pretty!
Hey, I never promised to be dainty and proper. And for the record, I generally chose the 3rd option. I was happy to find that yesterday I didn’t have to worry or choose.
