Ok, so maybe not so much of an “ode” but really just a longing-for.
In previous weight loss attempts, I've gotten excited when little things would happen… such as finding my collar bones.
You see, in Fat Emmie state, my large head seems to just sit on shoulders. Rounded shoulders at that. The stumpy, thick neck like a wrestler acts merely to help rotate said large head as needed. Poor posture keep collar bones inward and fat and skin covers them so as to not reveal their existence.
But Skinny Emmie will have great collar bones. Her head will be held high, posture straight and neck lengthened (Tyra would be proud). Without the skin and layers of self-doubt, my collar bones will stand out, even if just in a subtle way. They will peep out of shirts and reveal tension when I'm stressed. They will shake as I laugh and move with me as I shrug my shoulders in a carefree manner.
So, even though I'm struggling right now with some blah moments and avoidance of the scale, I am still conscious of the fact that Skinny Emmie will have visible collar bones, and get excited that one day I will get to meet them.