Being a stranger in a strange land is not nearly as disconcerting as being a stranger in a familiar land. Just as the Black Team on this week's Biggest Loser.
They went home for a week. The only problem (and the great thing) was that they were not the same people who had left home 6 weeks earlier. For the most part, their friends and family were. So, trips out to restaurants, family picnics, etc brought with them a certain set of familiar expectations that were no longer true for the Biggest Losers.
I remember this feeling. When I'd lost weight and saw friends for the first time in a long time (and it seems that those gatherings were almost always at a restaurant, btw), they'd often order appetizers for the table or finish the meal with the community dessert. Fine by me. Eat all you want. But, I'd choose not to eat the "treat".
"Aw, c'mon. You haven't had it in so long. Just this once won't hurt."
"No one gets fat eating one Buffalo wing. Try one. They're really good." (For the record, I've never eaten just one wing. Wings are meant to be eaten by the half-dozens...aren't they?)
"It's not going to hurt you to skip the workout and go with us to the mall."
No one says these things with any malice. (Although I gotta tell you, when Tracey said tonight that she hoped the members of the Black Team had eaten lots of cake when they were home, I was really hoping for the Universe to take care of her tonight. But, looks like we'll have to wait at least another week for that to happen.) They are just doing and saying and thinking what they've always done and said and thought. They haven't changed! The person who has lost the weight is the one who has changed.
The trick is to not let anything (a wing or a cupcake) or anyone (even the best-meaning family and friends) change you to something you don't want to be. Again.
Hang tough and before long the "new you" will be the familiar person in the familiar land. What folks will eventually deem strange is when you grab that chip and swipe it through the cheese dip!