The new me is emerging in small segments. It should be noted that most people when they start losing weight, make additional lifestyle changes other than losing weight. I am no different. Losing weight opens ‘doors’ and you begin to see that what you put up with originally simply won’t “cut it” anymore.
One of these changes is getting rid of negative people. Don’t you just hate when you are happy and life is good and then here comes someone who wants you to be miserable by ‘raining on your parade’? Usually this person is someone close to you. Can anyone say “jealous”? It’s sad that some people hate that your so positive about everything because they are so miserable. I refuse to be in the company of people like this anymore. If friends, family, co-workers are negative, I will simply walk away or just smile. Life is really that simple.
Another change is not denying myself any longer. What I mean by this is that I am not moldable to my environment. Now in the past, I used to mold to my environment and make the best of whatever situation. Now if someone is trying to influence my decision, environment, etc, I will state how I feel or give my own perspective. I define it as coming into myself and being ok with who I am and what I want for the future.
The lucky people who know me personally would think the above paragraph is laughable as they would describe me as dominant, highly confident, and always speak my mind. It’s almost funny at how people actually know so little about me. Or maybe it’s that they do not look beyond the superficial aspect of me. Or maybe it’s because in the grand scheme of things they don’t really care.
A person (a man) once told me they thought I was a man hater. LOL It is laughable to even think someone who barely knows me would have this perception of me. I guess I am a man hater because I do not fit a certain “mold” that this person has in their own realm of understanding. Or maybe it’s because I simply will not let a man walk all over me because he has a penis and I have boobies. Who knows?
What is even stranger still is that I am still the same person I was 57lbs ago but just modified. I know what I want and will head towards that goal. Anyone not wanting to be in my life, I will gladly let move on.
I just don’t care what others think anymore. As one gets older I do believe this gets easier. Maybe this is why old women wear purple or sexy inappropriate black dresses? Who cares if you think I am pretty or not? Who cares if you don’t approve of my lifestyle/health choices? Who cares if you’re a miserable creatan of a human being who is negative and deserves your own sense of negative karma? Guess what? I don’t care. I will do whatever makes me happy and in doing so will make you look like a “hehe”. (Inside joke those hehe’s.)