I don't know, YOU decide!

People are being very kind about this whole weight loss thing. Accomodating with the food choices, encouraging, all the things you hope for in your friends. After last week's entry, though, the questions started.

How do you feel? Do you look different? Do you have more energy? They always say that after the first 10 lbs flowers grow out of your butt. Are there flowers growing out of your butt?

Er, um, no definitive signs as yet folks. I don't really know what to say to all that interest. I don't feel better or worse or much different at all. My clothes fit a little differently. If I don't wear a belt my trusty cords (in 3 different colors) fall down around my hips and I can comfortably pull them down so I fit in with all the hip teens in the neighborhood and my underwear is on display to the whole wide world. But if I wear a belt then it thickens the waist so I can't really see the progress and that feels shitty.

Teddy's Girl gave me a super compliment yesterday. We were walking towards each other from about half a block away and when we met up she said, "You do look different. I couldn't figure out who was walking Emily!" So that was nice.

Thing is, I can't tell if I look any different at all. I'm not good at this. Last time I remember looking at myself and thinking, "Damn, I look just like I want to look." was right after I got back from London and I got some pictures developed from our final projects. I looked freaking awesome, man, all slim and lightly made up and rocking a spaghetti strapped mini dress. That's what spending all day every day doing something you love will do for you I guess.

Anyway, I don't know so you tell me. Here's a picture of me with Alita from Christmas and then a recreated (and, I admit slightly tweaked) version of me from a couple of days ago.

Do I look different?