…you lose 20 pounds and no one notices.
Ok, it’s not that I’m that big. It’s probably more of a combination of carrying my weight very well (it’s spread quite evenly, although it does tend to puddle more in the mid section), and the fact that I’m a hijabi who wears a skirt and baggy clothes.
It’s also probably due in part to the fact that I’m losing it slowly, a pound a week or so. When I show up at Thanksgiving having lost 40 to 50 lbs (inshaAllah!), they’ll notice.
Ah well. Onward and downward out of the final edge of obesity, through being overweight, and finally resting (inshaAllah) at being a “normal” weight (at lease according to the BMI, although I will quibble that as a person with an extra long torso and stubby legs, my “normal” weight should probably be a bit higher than a regularly proportioned persons’).
Another food rule to live by:
If you can’t exercise self control, don’t keep it in the house
Yes dear nafs, I know you love cheese. I know when you’re within a 15 foot radius of cheese, you whine and scream and moan and throw a fit until you get some. And then some more. And some more. And some more.
So dear nafs, there will be no more cheese in our refrigerator. How do you like that?
This isn’t to say that I won’t give you some cheese on occasion. It will just no longer be a regular feature on our shopping list.