In the past ten minutes, I have been suddenly overcome by a roaring case of augh. I just want to put my head on my desk and moan for a bit – no reason, just augh. Seriously. I don’t hurt – no headache or anything like that – and nothing has gone wrong specifically, other than that the rain that wasn’t supposed to happen until tonight started sprinkling on me on my walk back home from picking up coffee. But it wasn’t pouring or anything; it was just drizzling a little on my head. Maybe it’s hormones in the water supply, messing up my mood from above. 
Yeah, that’s the ticket.
In the past few days, I’ve had several people in my daily life ask whether I’m still losing weight, then immediately tell me to stop it. For one thing, if you don’t discount the BMI charts as a steaming pile of bunk (and I’m not saying I don’t), I would still technically be considered “overweight.” The larger (hee!) point, though, is that I’m not really actively pursuing weight loss anymore. I’m not counting calories or tracking my diet in any way other than to try to eat reasonably sized portions of mostly healthful foods. I’m just running, trying to run further and faster, and cross-training and doing strength work to improve my ability to do said running. If doing these things is making the weight continue to come off, maybe it’s just supposed to do that? Maybe I’ll stop losing when I hit the “right” weight for me? I’m not going to eat more in order to halt the loss; I’m eating to satisfaction, and that’s enough.
Besides, lighter = faster. 
Choir potluck last night. We had to take the kids, but they had a blast. Gabe didn’t eat a thing, which should tell you a lot about how much fun Mr. Bottomless Pit was having just running around the backyard. Sam ate his weight in potato chips. I couldn’t be bothered to argue much with them about it; it was too pleasant an evening to focus on arguing them into a balanced meal. The downside came at the end of the night, when Gabe flipped out about having to leave and peed in his pants, while Sam simultaneously announced that he was bleeding from his temple, having run headlong into a tree. 
Never dull, I’ll grant them that. (Sometimes, though, dull sounds positively enchanting.)
Maybe you are not losing weight, but because your muscles are denser, you are losing inches and look thinner? No matter what, you look great and you should be heartily commended for your persistence and effort, not told to “stop it”!
I want to defend my “stop it” mentality. Hear me out.
I’ve watched you go from your starting weight and size to your “now” weight and size, and I cannot even how hard it is to wrap my brain around your transformation. If I would meet you on the street and has not ever known you before, I wouldn’t think twice about your size, other than you look healthy. But when I look at you now, it’s still shocking at times (in a good way) and it makes me think OH MY, too skinny! But you’re not– I’m just thinking back to the Before You. Does that make sense?
Hope you don’t think I sound like a moron.
You weren’t somebody I was thinking about, Amanda.
It was a couple of people I know in passing, one of whom took my shoulders, told me I was “skin and bones” and needed to “just stop it, you hear me?” Felt like an intervention.
I definitely don’t take offense at good-natured comments, but it’s weird to feel scolded…
i used to (oh how long ago it was
) have people say that to me also. i think runners DO look really thin, but are lean and healthy – really!
I think it’s funny how everyone knows what a person’s weight should be, better than the person themselves.