where have you gone, my body?

[serene]

[I posted this to a Usenet group about fat acceptance and thought it would also belong here, so here it is.]

So I don't diet (duh). I don't do weight-loss efforts, because they make no sense to me. Regardless of that, I've lost a considerable amount of weight in the past two years, without intending to. And here is my list of things that suck about that:

1. My clothes don't fit.
2. Money has been tight, so "just get new clothes" is not a viable solution.
3. Getting used to my new body is weird. It's still my body, but it feels weird, and I'm not sure I like having to reacquaint myself when we've been such good friends all these years.
4. My *clothes* don't *fit* -- I haven't had that problem in years (I was the same fat self all my adult life).
5. (This one I'm not proud of.) Nowadays, armed chairs and theater seats and the like aren't issues that affect me directly, so I'm less aware of them in general.
6. I get cold too easily for my taste.
7. Likewise uncomfy. That padding was there for a reason, and I liked it.
8. People assume I'm doing something virtuous/right/healthy because I'm thinner now, and they give me praise that irritates the shit out of me, and makes me spend my precious moments telling them that I'm less healthy now than I ever was when I was fat, and then having them disbelieve me, which pisses me off yet again.
9. There's probably a nine. There's always a nine.

But my clothes don't fit! Waaaah!
End of whine.