Was reading the "mourning the person you saw in the mirror" thread, and while I don't miss myself as a chunky monkey...there is something that I am kinda mourning.
The last time I saw myself skinny....I was in my 20's
Now, I'm looking a lot thinner...but wait a minute....where the hell is that 20 something girl?
In my mind...skinny me was eternally linked to young me...and it's an adjustment to realize that even though I'm thinner now, I'm 46...not 26.
And I know that sounds weird...but it's like my only reference for skinnier me...is way back in the 90's.
Was I really expecting to look 26 again? Nah...
But it's different, you know? It's out of alignment with my memories of the only time I experienced fitness. A fit 46 looks way different than a fit 26. 46 year old people have a few wrinkles. We droop a little here and there. And it's ok:)
But yeah...kissing youth goodbye is something I never did as a fatter person. Was too busy worry about carrying around 100 extra pounds to think about those 20 extra years. Isn't that weird?