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diet diary, part 3

passed another milestone this week. i have had a couple of people mention that i look as if i've lost some weight. i discounted the first one, because i was wearing clothes that, to my mind, make me appear smaller than i actually am, but a couple of other people have noticed since, so i'm forced to admit that it might be visible.

the other major milestone that i've passed this week is that i've stopped getting hunger pangs the way i was at first. i believe my body is now realising that complaining is not going to make me fill it with larger portions. it's just going to make both of us irritable. (the down side of this is that it will now likely be more difficult for me to take weight off, since my body and my metabolism have adjusted to my new diet.)

this doesn't make me feel better when i'm trying on clothes- a rather terrifying experience- but i at least realise that there is some light at the end of a very narrow tunnel.

one thing i did notice, because it made me think of feelings i've had towards people i know who've lost weight. one of the people who commented that i seem to have lost a few pounds is a woman i work with who has been trying to lose weight herself. after she had noticed that i seemed to be lighter, i heard her grumbling about her own weight, about how her pants were tight, how she was fat (she isn't)... it's bad enough that we compare ourselves to unrealistic ideals in the form of models and movie stars, but apparently, we compare ourselves negatively even to those we see around us.

for my part, i'm trying to concentrate on the fact that i am feeling more comfortable with how i look, because i'm at least aware that i am always going to have the opportunity to find someone who looks better than i do.

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