I lost twenty pounds. I don't know where they went. I've looked under the couch cushions and on the top shelves to no avail. I know that it has something to do with respiration with the release of carbon dioxide, water, and ATP (energy), but knowing something doesn't always mean believing.
I thought losing would make a difference, yet all the years of hoarding the pounds I must have known. Nothing would really change. They didn't make me. It is a relief to discover that I am still here without them and that it is okay to let them go. It is also disconcerting to find that even after all that loss that I am still the same me. It is not a better, smarter, or nicer me. It is also not a worse, dumber, or meaner me. It is just a little less of me while still remaining all of me.
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