The Girl at the Window

Many years ago, and I think it was in a book of Far Side comics, there was a two pane comic that really hits home today. In the first pane, the viewer is outside a house. There is a young man staring longingly at a beautiful woman who is peering out the window who is staring longingly back. In the second pane, you are inside the house, behind the woman. Although you can see the back of her head is normal sized, her body is hugely fat. The man, who can only see her face in the window, stares longingly, and totally unaware.

I feel rather like that woman in the window. I sometimes joke that my fat isn't leaving, it's migrating. I love pictures of my face. Even my hands are smaller. But when I see all the flab hanging around my hips and mid-section, I almost want to cry.

I know the fat will be gone. I'm not going to give up until it is. But I'm mighty tired of having to peel my abdominal skin off my thighs.

Recently I've been telling myself that some of the skin will shrink back. That all I have to do is eat right and keep moisturized. I'm not sure if it's true, but you can be sure I'm getting pro-active about it. I just wish my whole body looked as good as I look from the shoulders up.

I'm getting there.