I had to learn a whole new bodyspace. Never Nijinsky, for awhile there I was a real hazard to navigation. Went through an entire set of glasses and coffee cups, several large glass jars with and without contents, inadvertantly cracked off pieces of the interior trim of my car, tripped going up stairs because I was able to actually, you know, go up stairs again; it was JOLLY.
Now I know that it's occurred to anyone reading this to think 'Oh cry me a river, skinny bitch' and so forth. Now, isn't that strange? I don't look any better, just different. I'm only slightly healthier than I was a number of pounds ago, but what people are going to focus on is 'well, you're just using this as an excuse to brag'. And seriously, I'm not bragging. I'm just saying this is not what you OR I expected things to be like, kids. I never realized there were going to be problems. I was in serious pain, pinched nerves, you name it, and it put me in 10 months of physical therapy to re-learn how to do what most 2-year-old kids know how to do. I lost the sense of my own mass in space and I have the bruises to prove it. My goddamn FEET lost weight and now none of my shoes fits correctly and the ones I have are all worn weird because I walk differently now. This is just a view from the other side of the weight-loss subject that you never hear told about. And it isn't all peaches and cream either.
But will I go back to being 235 lbs.? Oh FUCK no Paco!