Here's my thought (at least, the one for today!): I expect, once I am slim & healthy, that I will make some absolutely horrible fashion <I>faux pas</I>. I won't be able to help it -- after so many years of limited choice, it's going to be hard to not go overboard a little.

That's pretty much how I feel about the changes in my head, too; after so many years of allowing myself to be limited by my body image, what will I become when I no longer have that as an excuse? I will probably make some social <I>faux pas</I>, too -- and hopefully will learn from them. My adult identity is a fat, unhappy, unhealthy woman. I don't see how I can help but change some, and that's what excites -- and terrifies -- me. The question I hear in my head is, <I>Who's under all that fat?</I> And now I'm going to find out ....