Yup, I suffer from F.L.S.

It is so hard to get my head wrapped around my new size. I'm holding to clothes that are too big for me. I have a hard time believing people when they say how ”small” I have gotten. The biggest one, my chair at work is so far from my desk that I have to reach for the keyboard. But I'm used to having it there because there are dents where the wheels were. But that's where I needed it because that's how big I was and needed to fit. Someone asked me why I was so far from the desk. I looked down, scooted in and answered with, oh I have FLS... Fat lady syndrome

Love this thread. I once lost 100 pounds in 7 months with very strict dieting and exercise (I have since found them and their nasty little friends....but I digress) and had severe FLS. I actually worked with a counselor for a few sessions over the issue. I would go to the mall to buy clothes that fit and would wind up overwhelmed and sobbing on a bench. It took me forever to learn to accept a compliment and not have that moment of "am I going to fit" every time I walked towards a booth. I can't wait to have it again!!

I just realized today that I need to move my seat forward in the car. I don't need to be that far back for the steering wheel anymore.

And I has another victory a couple days ago. Was sitting on the couch talking to a fried & I realized that I had my legs CROSSED. I haven't done that (unless by extreme effort cuz of job interview or church) in at least 7 years. I can comfortable cross my legs!!!

Oh & my dog is sad. She loves to ride in the car but she doesn't go much. Today she wouldn't sit still. Fidgeting. Finally I reallizes she was sliding into the crack between me & the car door. It's like the grand canyon. Used to be, she sat on

Me had no problem sitting on my fluff.

I have this bad, I am still not tiny, but I am 95 lbs smaller then I was and my mind still struggles to adjust.

Here are some of my FLS moments...

My very thin cousin was sitting at a table that was really close to the wall, leaving not much room (she had room though lol), she got up and left and my mom told me to take a seat. In my head I was cursing her something fierce for drawing attention to it, because there was no way I would be able to physically squeeze in there. But what do you know, it was tight but I fit.

I found a pair of jeans on clearance that I thought would fit me, they looked about my size, until I looked at the actual size and they were a 16 when I am a 8-10.

There are sooo many times when walking through parking lots or getting out of cars that I think "I won't fit through there" and I have loads of room.

I am just starting to adjust. Today walking on the sidewalk I saw someone jogging and though to myself that I needed to step off the sidewalk so the could fit by me, I realized it was FLS though and stood my ground, and they didn't even come close to me.

Eventually my head will grasp the new me.