I've always been a bit thin. Could never quite get past the 140 lbs (63 kilos) hump. Though, being 5'7", that was never really much of an issue.
Never seemed to matter much what I ate, or how much. Trying to eat fatty or unhealthy to gain never quite worked. Then again, neither did a diet consisting mainly of coffee, cigarettes and food once a day seem to make me lose weight. From the age of about 17 or 18, I seemed quite stuck around 138.
I've always had a bit of a problematic metabolism. I can apparently eat anything and not gain weight. Sounds fun, except when my body more or less goes into kernel panic mode, risking to send me into a hypoglycemic state. Which it can do, without prior warning. It's not diabetes, it's just that my insulin occasionally goes into overdrive, apparently. (It's also a pain in the arse during winters - I literally have no additional fatty padding to survive the cold. Annoying, to say the least.)
Cue last year. Or the end of last year. Three hard years of work launching a new business, no real vacation time and in the end - a relationship breakup, move to new town on top of the work-related stress took it's effect, apparently.
Right before Christmas, we had some overlapping schedules at work, meaning no-one quite saw each other for about two weeks. The colleagues reaction to us three getting together, right before Christmas. "Have you lost weight? You look thinner."
"Perhaps."
Cue christmas eve. After ingesting quite a lot of christmas food at the parental units, I stepped on the scale. 127 pounds (58 kilos). The day after, 126.
I would wager that I've lost about 10 pounds over the course of the last quarter. It didn't hit me until I accidentally looked in the mirror after a shower.
And what I saw scared me a bit.
Cue the obligatory ribs.
