So, at some point in the last two years, I lost 25% of my body weight, going from 205 pounds down to my current weight of 155. This went largely ignored by people who see me all the time. But since I work in a profession where you don't see people for weeks, months or even years at a time, this last week had me constantly dealing with people's shocked expressions and stupid questions. "How did you do it?" or "What happened to you?" being the most common.
My attitude about the whole weight loss thing is fairly blase. I am over it and no longer feel the same enthusiasm for talking about it that I once did. Yeah, yeah, I was fat and my ass was like a house. Yeah, yeah, I know I look good. Now, I answer the questions about the disappearance of my hugeness in a different way, for my own entertainment. It usually goes something like this:
Have you lost weight?
No, I just got taller.
How did you do it?
I just listened to The Carpenters a lot.
Was it a special diet?
Yes, it requires you to drink tons of water and smoke lots of crack.
What happened to you? (This is usually accompanied by an unattractive facial expression that seems disgusted by my thin frame and so they get...)
I have a genetic disease that is eating away at my flesh, it's highly contagious.
Are you going to keep losing weight?
Yes, the doctors say that I will completely disappear in about six months. It's quite upsetting.
You looked better fat.
Shut up, Courtney!
Why didn't anyone tell me that being skinny just makes people hate you? I'm starting to empathize with the Nicole's of the world... You know, the skinny bitches like me.