Oh you're right, we should have had a picture! Emm is right it is so silly how our brains think. I know I am thinner because I enjoy (this is so bad) not always being the fattest kid on the block nowadays - does anyone else remember that - wherever you went you were always the fattest person around. Now I often look around and see people who are fatter than me and it makes me feel good!!
I always used to be the tiniest kid on the block - both height and weight-wise. Apparently, I looked like a dainty little fairy (even though I've NEVER acted like one - apart from that one time whilst severely intoxicated).
From when I was born up until my late teens, I hated eating. My poor mum had an awful time with me. It wasn't because I thought I'd get fat or anything, I just didn't enjoy the act of eating. So I ate food simply because I knew that I had to in order to have the energy to do what I wanted to do; food as fuel.
Then I met my husband (bloody men, it's always their fault
). He encouraged me to try new food when we were dating. (I came from a poor family in a very rural area, so there was little variety available to me back then.) At first I refused, but eventually the smell of garlic bread won me over. From that time on, I started loving food; food for pleasure, rather than just fuel.
For years, that was fine. I was extremely active and must have had a fabulous metabolism because I never put on a single ounce - always staying around the 7 stone mark.
However, when I fell seriously ill in my 20's, I became almost completely immobile and the weight gradually crept up. So I needed to be much more careful about what I ate.
Up until my early 30's, I still managed to stay pretty slim - around 8 stone, but from late 30's to more recently, the weight crept up and up. Eventually, I couldn't recognise myself in the mirror, the bulges and lumps which had never been there before.
Just as I'd become used to being flabby, I've now lost that excess weight and have to get used to being slim again! Still, that's a happy "problem" to have!
We must try to enjoy being our new selves. Maybe we might even allow ourselves to be photographed once in a blue moon?