Every thawing heart

It was a decent day. I near froze my arse off waiting for the bus this morning, but thankfully it was warm at work and I was able to thaw out again in an almost timely manner. Monday is always a long day, but it went as quickly as you can really hope for. A former co-worker who comes in sometimes was in the dept to say hi and when he saw me he was full of praise about my appearance, said every time he sees me I'm smaller and he can't get over it. I don't remember if I mentioned it last week but I had two other coworkers mention it last week. When I got dressed the morning after Paddy's Day I felt like I was five pounds lighter from the day before, my clothes seemed to fit differently and everything. Of course I had indulged the night before and had been naughty, but it still felt like a drastic difference in just one day. I suppose I might have been bloated/retaining the day before and was no longer, but I went to work just knowing I would get comments when usually I get none, and sure enough two people commented before the store was even open. I'm finding I'm self conscious when people ask me how much weight I've lost, and I never tell. When I started I remember having a conversation with M about it, and she said how she hated people asking her that and that she never gave a number. At the time I was thinking that personally I would be happy to tell people a number, because I'd be so proud. And yet here I am, not telling anyone who isn't a close friend that I've talked to about WW. Goes to show you don't know sometimes till you actually live it. I am proud, but I don't feel comfortable sharing the number, and I don't exactly understand why. Part of it is liking to maintain some privacy about my life, but it's still so strange. I suppose admitting a number can be hard because it forces you to publically own up to just how overweight you were. When I think about people knowing I'm on WW and how much I've lost exactly I'm always aware of how it will fuel people talking about me 'behind my back'. It would be positive, but I don't like thinking about people talking about me. It's all rather bizarre, maybe I'll understand it another day when I'm not so pleasantly tired.