Maybe We Should Just Stop Talking About Size.

In the last six months, I’ve lost about 20 lbs. I’ve worked hard for it. I’ve lifted weights. Run miles. Eaten healthier portions and taken Zumba. I’ve made protein shakes and green juices. I’ve woken up at 5am to make it to the gym and I’ve maintained a consistent yoga routine twice a week.

I’ve noticed the change. My clothes fit differently and I’m able to perform tasks without feeling the rolls in my stomach or the heavy breathing from climbing a flight of stairs. My face is slightly slimmer and my waist beads now drape below my waist. However nothing has been more apparent than the reaction from those who have seen me “transform” over the past year.

A few weeks ago, I walked into the pediatricians office with my kids and the nurse said “You’ve lost a lot of weight.” I responded with “Thanks? I’m not sure what to say when people say that.” She responded, “You say thanks, It’s a compliment. You look good.” But it gets tricky; because sometimes comments like “Man, I’m sure your husband is in heaven,” catch me completely off guard, and I truly have no idea how to react because like, what does that even mean?

I’ve also had quite the opposite. People have told me not to get “too small” or not to lose anymore weight and I don’t know how to respond to those requests either.