Not too long after getting home from work last night I got a phone call from a customer with whom I had met at mid-day. We had actually eaten a sandwich together (I peeled off and discarded the bread, and ate the lettuce, pastrami and cheese), during which he kept looking at me kind of strangely. At the time I chalked it up to me discarding the bread, forgetting that I was 30 pounds heavier when we last met.
Clearly something was bothering him, though, so he called me to ask if I "was okay?" I laughed and assured him I was fine...what was bothering him? Well, he said, "You look completely different to the last time I saw you...better, but I just wanted to make sure you weren't ill, and that the weight loss was on purpose."
I assured him it was on purpose and that I was doing and feeling fine. He then went on to gush about how great I looked and that he hoped I wasn't going to lose more weight (because of how good I looked). I demurred on that point saying that I really wanted to lose more weight yet, but that I wouldn't do anything rash.
Anyway, it was a complete out-of-the-blue event that I wanted to share. I can still see lots of subcutaneous fat when I look in the mirror, so am determined to lose another 30 pounds or so. Progress is good, though, so I'm going to just stick with the plan and see where it takes me.
Got my first compliment... :^)
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