A photo of one damned good article. Marie Claire July 2012 issue.

Engaging title, yes? Ok, so let’s discuss.

Class, if you will please open up your July 2012 Marie Claire to pages 94-96 and read “What I Miss About Being Fat,” by Sarah Elizabeth Richards.

Go ahead, I’ll wait here.

Ok, so I felt compelled to write something after reading this.  I LOVED this article. You know the reason you haven’t read too much about me dropping 71 + lbs lately? Two reasons: one, because I’ve hit a plateau; and two, because I’ve been feeling somewhat self-conscious about it lately.

I think we’ve all been programmed to perceive weight loss as a magic bullet that will shoot straight to the heart of all your problems. When the weight is gone, it’s common thought that all your inner turmoil goes with it: suddenly, you’re thinner, happier, more confident and a walking testament to all that is good about fitting into skinny jeans in our society.

Except that’s not really the way it works. Let’s be honest: how many of us lose the weight and drop our emotional baggage at the same time? Show of hands? Because I  know I didn’t exactly accomplish that.  I’m down almost an Olsen twin and I’ve still got hangups about bathing suits, dating and whether or not I want someone to see me in a fitted gym top. Sometimes I can feel very exposed, which is something I gained weight to avoid.

I’ve also had to adjust to everyone’s insistence on me starting to date again. I can admit that I’m definitely warming to the idea, but the prospect of getting out of the sweatpants in my head and into the lingerie of my dreams is still something I struggle with. Just being brutally honest here.

Me, in fitted workout gear. This is about as revealing - and scary for me - as it gets.

You know what I don’t want to hide? That sense of accomplishment from being able to do a Core Fusion Boot Camp class or a SoulCycle workout without wheezing or crying anymore. I cried in my friend Danny’s spin class recently because I remembered what it was like to get on that bike for the first time, unable to do anything but not pass out.

That smile on my face, that nod of pride at my triceps, the results of mornings working out when I’d rather be in bed? HAPPY to talk about that all day long. The rest of it will catch up eventually. I did get rid of all of my larger clothes recently..but I kept one pair of sweatpants for indoor use only.

Anyway, I would love to hear from you. Have you ever lost weight and been a bit freaked out by the attention? Do you think we put too much emphasis on losing the weight and not correcting the underlying problems? Sound off below! Let’s talk about it!