Well, this is what happened, @myjob. When I lost "half my size" from 275 to 140 pounds, ALL of my fat friends dropped me. One told me it was because now I was a"skinny b%tch." The rest avoided me, and I stopped trying. I did not have any thin friends except one, and she told me I was too hard to be with when we went to lunch one day, and that was that.

At the same time, thin women looked at me as a rival, and told me to stay away from their husbands (several). Meanwhile, I was so terrified of my new thin self that I had paper taped over my one mirror at home since I could not stand to see that old wrinkled lady looking at me with my eyes.

I could not recognize myself when I caught a window reflection and would burst into tears. No one in my small town recognized me either, so I started slinking by so I would not have to tell them I lost weight.

Men stared at my boobs out in the world. People treated me - the smart, fat accountant as if I was a dumb blond. My son with ptsd could not walk with me anymore, since I was too active and he thought I was going to go crashing to the ground like I did when I was fat.

Keep in mind I was 51, and had been fat since I was 4 years old. I was the most horrifying two years of my life. I had to tell myself to hang on and stay thin every single day. Only the new good habits helped me. And I had two mentors (both fat again) who told me if I did not get through this time, I would have to lose weight all over again.

And then one day, Thank God, it was over. I was looking on an old website I had and wondered who was that fat lady with her photo on my site. It was the old me, and I did not recognize her. Now I was finally thin.