How it looked was nothing compared to how it felt
I'd internalized the belief that people lose weight to look better, but being "pretty" was nothing compared to how good it felt to run up stairs or to get into and out of my tiny Saturn coupe. Just walking up the hill from downtown without having to stop to catch my breath felt like a religious experience.
I froze my ass off
Without all the extra fatty insulation, I froze what was left of my ass off in the wintertime. I live in New England, so I needed to completely reimagine how I dressed in the cold. Buh-bye mid-length coats; hello floor-length quilts.
Some people seemed out to sabotage my weight loss
There were family members, friends, and co-workers who had no problem with me, but had a hard time being supportive after I lost a bunch of weight. I've learned to say, "No, thank you," with the same pep and speed as I used to say, "More, please!"