It is so bizaro to look down and see a different body- small wrists, legs that don't rub together, lost 2 pants sizes and about 30lbs over the last 6-9 months.
I am hella skinny. Skinnier than I was before I had the kid. Back to my gym rat, dieting-like-mad, fighting weight. I look awesome. My friend calls it the devils trade off: look fantastic feel like shit. I'll take it. I feel like I took the sleeping cure. But I guess it was just a modifiesd depression diet. Also I don't want to give j the excuse to cat around. "He's got the good shit at home."
Whatever - let it go.