The thing I didn’t realize, and still catches me by surprise sometimes, is that I’m cold all the time. I don’t remember being particularly warm all the time before, in fact I can remember liking a nice warm temperature even at my heaviest, but I’ve been assured by many people when I complain of being cold that it’s because I lost 200 pounds and the fat was keeping me warm before. It’s my skin that is cold, and that’s always been outside the fat, but they insist.
I get so cold that my body reads it as physical pain. I am in actual, physical pain when I get too cold. People try to joke with me, when they see me wearing a coat in their house, “Oh, take your coat off and stay awhile, what are you cold or something?” Yes. And it hurts, so I’m not in a mood to joke. I take layers with me wherever I go. I don’t know, and I don’t suspect I ever will know, if it’s related to the massive weight loss or not. All I know is I hate winter, and I wear lots of layers.