observing physical change (lyn)

Seven years ago I tripped on a large groove on a cement sidewalk .  I didn’t have time to break my fall and landed flat on my face.  My tooth went through my lip.  At the time, I was just immensely grateful that my teeth remained intact.  I went to the emergency room, they called in a plastic surgeon, and I ended up with two outside stitches and four inside stitches, plus a bruised nose.  Two days later, I remember walking on the street and someone coming up to me and asking if I needed help.  I still looked as if I’d been recently beaten.

The surgeon told me that I would heal perfectly, and that as bad as it looked, there would be no lasting scars.  I trusted him and he was right.  Below is a picture eight months later.

I remember that eating was difficult, I still ached and looked dreadful, but strange as it may sound, I liked watching my face heal.  I knew, with certainty, that everyday would be a little better.  It was.  And I was somewhat awed watching my face transform from its injury. 

I think of that now as I observe my diminishing stomach.  And again with certainty, I know that in a month I will weigh less than I do today.  It is something specific to look forward to.  That is why I look forward to my Wednesday WW classes and official weigh-ins, and that is also why I am able to stay on plan, without much difficulty.  

But there are some small sacrifices.  Tonight, two of my good friends (whom I see often) are going out to dinner and I've chosen not to join them.  It's just easier for me to eat-in.  Oh well.  It's supposed to be 16 degrees tonight.  Another good reason to stay home, though I do love the cold, and my friends.