Satisfaction, or its lack

I’ve lost twenty pounds since October 2024. A crazy number if you think about it, especially because I didn’t notice.

Sure, my pants became looser. My shirts are too big. I can play tennis for an hour straight without breaking a sweat. But I look in the mirror and see the same woman, face swollen, flabby stomach, jiggly thighs. She isn’t beautiful. God, I fucking hate her.

We don’t need to get into the self-loathing bit. I could sit in that space for hours, could tell stories about days spent stan...