I have often welcomed those who have lost 100+ lbs (~ 50 kg , ~7 stone) to “the club” and joked that club meetings were on Thursdays. I recently suggested that we try out having a regular weekly thread to talk about issues that are particular to those who have lost 100+ lbs, those who are well on their way and those who are just at the beginning of a journey this big.
Welcome back to the Century Club! Each week I will provide a topic of the day that has been on my mind or inspired by previous posts. However you are free to talk about any topics you think might be relevant to current and prospective club members.
Previous Topics: Accountability - Elevator Pitches - (Half-)Marathon Training - Celebrations - Water Weight - Comments - Travel - Disconnects - Activity - Years! - Fun! - Rhythms - How strict? - Relationships - Loose Skin Redux - Multiple Centuries - April Fools! - What didn't work? - Milestones - Seasonal changes - Is it worth it? - Surprising Food Facts - Mistakes were made - Time to Vent - Relief Valves - Seeing Objectively - Tips you hate - Fear and Self-Loathing - Starting - 2020 recap
** Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes... **
Sorry for the delayed post today, I'm in the final throes of moving in with my partner of almost 3 years and even though I saved a draft of this week's post last Sunday, I just didn't get a chance to post it until now.
This past Saturday I had the unthinkable happen. I had to go pick up my 17 year old son at his mom's house, the house in which my family and I lived from mid-2009 to early-2018. His car had a flat and the tires wouldn't be able to be installed until Tuesday. He was running late, and because of the move I was driving a borrowed pickup truck to come pick him up.
My ex-wife, the woman whom I lived with for 32 years, was pulling out of her garage bay while I was waiting for our 17 year old to come out. I saw her garage door open while I was waiting and so moved the truck a bit so I wasn't blocking her and got out of the truck since it was hot AF.
She took a long while to pull her car out of her garage. but when she did I gave her a polite little wave. She lowered her window and asked me "if she could help me" and "what my business was parking there."
Of course I told her that "I was there to pick up <son's name>" and that "he was still my son." She hurriedly said "I didn't recognize you", rolled up her window and drove away. Of course because of the borrowed vehicle there was some missing context.
But, yes, the woman with whom I shared a house, a bed, and two kids for decades -- literally over half of our lives -- didn't actually recognize me and because of that lack of recognition those were the first and only words she has said directly to me since mid-2018.
After that my son still hadn't come out and a neighbor I had known from 2009-2018 walked by, She was also surprised, but engaged me in conversation for a bit and said that I looked at most 45 years old instead of my 54 years on this planet.
I recently celebrated 25 years of working with many of the same people and they all still recognize me. So I'm really not sure whether to feel proud of my accomplishments or sad that I spent so many years not being "me".
So what about you Centurion? Have you had any situations where someone you once knew well really can't recognize you? Do you look younger than your actual age or are the wrinkles from loose skin conspiring against you... Inquiring minds want to know...
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