Have you ever watched a baby turn to a boy? You know he is growing. You see the change in clothing/diaper sizes. You see the increase in skills…but he is still a baby. Then one day you wake up and look at him…and suddenly he is a little boy. No more baby face. Overnight some magical shift happens.
Or you have a friend pregnant for the first time. You know she is prego and are watching impatiently for the bump to appear so you can rub it. You wait. And wait. And wait.
THAT is what it is like to be me on this journey. I know things are changing. I see the scale each week. My clothing sizes have changed. I am continuously amazed by what fits and doesn’t fit in my closet. People oogle and aah when they see me after a long absence. But I don’t see it. Not usually. Then one day…I wake up and pass a mirror or catch a glimpse of a photo and holy #*%- who is that woman!!!?? What happened? It is like overnight a sudden shift happened and my body caught up to reality and decided to display what has been happening.
Or maybe…suddenly my brain caught up with reality.
Either way…it is awesome when I can actually see what is happening and don’t have to rely on facts and figures and numbers.