I wasn’t overweight when I began, but I like to say I was “skinny fat”. A low number on the scale, a small waist size, but I didn’t look like I had much in the way of muscle. I was just gooey.
My transformation physically has left me just the opposite as I started, I’m more lean and toned than I ever was!
As far as my family, they still give me some crap about weighing my food, especially things like cucumbers (“You know there are barely any carbs in that, right Erin?”) or alcohol (“Are you seriously weighing how much wine you’re putting in your glass?”). But, only a few of them really knew about my issues with how I saw food prior to this and my negative cycles of working out to try and “erase” what I was eating.
Other than that, my family is pretty used to me bringing my own snacks, meals, scale at this point. They ask questions and are still curious but they just carry on.
One of my favorite sayings is “People that matter, don’t care. People that care, don’t matter.” I try to use that in all aspects of my life.