Things I'm not used

to hearing... "If you keep it up, you're going to waste away." "I almost didn't recognize you." "Where did the other half of you go?" "Seriously, you're like a twig." "Hey there Skinny Mini," These are all things that I have heard in the last week.
Ummmmm, no I won't waste away, my skinny jeans are cutting into the muffin top I still have and are to the point of needing to go back in the drawer for a few weeks. (I continue to wear the skinny jeans in hopes that I will put the cookie down and back away from the table)
Ummmmm, pretty sure I actually LOOK the same, just two less chins and a different shade of blonde. (However, I look in the mirror and still see two extra chins, so I am POSITIVE, I look the same.)
Ummm....I have not lost half of me. IF I were to lose half of me (which quite honestly, half of my starting weight is within my "healthy weight range") my mother would want to hospitalize me and people would be forcing me to ingest Cheez Whiz via I.V. While consciously I know I have lost a good amount of weight...there are days I struggle to see that I have lost an ounce.)
Ummmm...twig and Jill never belong in the same sentence, UNLESS the sentences are "I bought this at Twigs," or "If I sat on you I would snap you like a twig." or "Mess with my children and I will snap you like a twig." or "I need another twig to get this campfire lit." (I think when people use twig to describe my weight loss, its that yes, my legs look a lot skinnier than they used to be...I still have the above referenced muffin top, I still have underarm fat that jiggles, I still have "backfat" that could probably be measured like a side of pork and I still have an ass that jiggles when I attempt to run.)
Ummm...Skinny Mini, nope...not me at all. I wear a double digit pant size, I am still not comfortable admitting to anyone, other than my coach, my husband and my mother what I actually do weigh, I do not enjoy exercise, I do not eat like a skinny person when given free reign over a menu. I am not a skinny mini. While the reference is somewhat flattering, skinny minis wear single digit sizes, do not have a gut that hangs over the top of their jeans, have no trouble telling people what they weigh, enjoy some sort of exercise, at least every other day and eat like a skinny person, faithfully ordering a vegetable, a lean meat and skipping the bread basket...SO NOT ME....(in fact up until the last few pounds lost, I hadn't even told my husband what I weighed.)
These phrases are flattering and I hope some day I get used to them, but dieting/changing your lifestyle and battling with yourself over what to or not to eat or when to exercise is such a mind fucking that I think it may take me longer to adapt to a new way of thinking than it will take to adapt to exercise or skipping the bread.