When I started losing weight, I treated it as a secret mission. When people would notice I was eating a salad instead of a grilled cheese and ask about it, I would resist the urge of indulging in a health-food rant and say, “Yeah, I just like this recipe.” Only after I lost about seventy pounds, I got a new wardrobe. After a short holiday, I walked into the school I worked at and people were blown away by my “transformation” that I had secretly sculpted underneath my baggy jeans. The looks on those faces are priceless.
