I started in January at 165 lbs, now down to 135, planning to lose around another 20 (very short woman)
I've struggled with my weight for the past 10 years, since my first child. I've tried calorie counting, I've tried the gym, I've tried intermittent fasting and always just lose/gain the same 5 pounds. Until wegovy. On wegovy I have consistently maintained a loss and lost 30 pound so far! My body looks very different - so people tell me! I don't quite see it yet.
I thought, when I slipped under 10 stone, I would feel different about myself. I would look in the mirror with pride and beam with joy when friends told me I'd lost weight. I would be confident and delight in my boyfriends attraction to my new body and everything would be wonderful.
So as it turns out, in reality, my body image issues run deeper than that. I see the same person in the mirror except now my clothes dont fit. I feel like I must have been bigger than I ever realised, if Ive lost 30 pounds and still have this stomach and these hips. When my boyfriend compliments me, I hear it as an insult to my old appearance. When friends tell me I look good, I hear that I used to look terrible. I look at my progress photos and see no difference, despite people telling me, and feeling the difference in my clothes.
I'm scared to go clothes shopping as I always have terrible trouble in dressing rooms, those 360 view mirrors and the inconsistent sizes between shops... I feel like going clothes shopping right now would send me spiralling, as it has done in the past.
The logical, rational side of my brain is delighted with my progress! Thats over 2 whole stone, I know its a big achievement and I should be buzzing... I don't know why the other side of my brain has to be there telling me all these other things.
Has anyone else experienced this? I tried to explain it to my partner, how Im feeling, but he just says "but you're not fat!" And doesn't understand that him saying that does not change facts and it doesn't change what I see in the mirror.
I hope I can reach a point where I find myself acceptable. I would never judge someone else as harshly as I judge myself.