Well, obviously, down the drain, where all pounds go. They went in one of two ways, and very little imagination is required to pick which two, nor description needed of what the process was like.
That wasn't really the question, though. I suppose the real question should have been about just where they disappeared from. My balance is a bit off. I'm walking just fine, thank you, no need for that concern. It's just that I have this particular knack for getting up from my recliner - or any chair - that involves a bit of leaning forward before standing. I learned it while recovering from knee replacements years ago. Certain things just aren't connected exactly the same way any more. No more showing off charm school lessons for me! (OK, that hasn't been a thing for me for decades. In fact, probably not since the week after I graduated. So lots of decades!) I'm still gonna blame the knees.
I've learned to tell people who persist in standing right in front of me when I'm about to get up and they are aware of that fact but don't move, that they need to move a bit away or risk getting painfully headbutted. Yes, it seems mostly guys who risk such. They seem perfectly capable of either total indifference to their surroundings, or of expecting this "delicate female" to gracefully levitate upwards into a fully erect stance within the exact same space only the chair occupied seconds before.
Come to think of it, the temptation to do some "accidental" headbutting is growing. But it would be rude, I do admit.
I haven't been out in polite company for a bit now, being pretty much confined to home or doctors while I'm recovering. So when I get ready to leave my recliner in the family room, nobody is in my way. I find I need to lean a bit more forward before standing, while not far enough to topple onto my head. (That would be embarrassing.) Since the technique was habit with my old body, the one 10 pounds heavier a couple weeks ago, it must be that my balance has somewhat shifted. That weight must have come off someplace where my muscles need to learn to adjust to.
No, I haven't stood in front of the mirror to concentrate on what has changed. I didn't stand in front of the mirror to memorize every nuance of shape before I got sick either, so what would be the point? I'm not noticing where clothes are fitting differently either, since part of being sick is wearing sloppy old stuff that can get messed without any damage being done. A new stain? Which one of these did you mean? More baggy here? Just more comfy, right? It only counts if something tends to fall off when you walk, don't you know. If it's still otherwise decent, it's just time to sew in a tuck, or move the diaper pin making up for decaying elastic. No need to buy more clothes with every hanger occupied. Once something is so-o-o not fit for public view, it gets turned into PJs if it's soft and comfy. If not, the rag box in over in that corner.
All this is my long way of explaining why I don't have a "before" to compare to "now", except on the scale.
All I really have is a need to practice more again, into and out of the chair, get the muscles and balance adjusted to the new... and hope the new is stable of course! It's a good thing. My recent blood sugar levels have been fantastic! Just note that I'm not recommending my way as a method to achieve that. If you try it, you deserve to go fall on your own head!
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