It’s the Way I Look Now, Isn’t It?


Today’s post is by guest blogger Russ Lane of Second Helping, a website about life after weight loss. It is unusual to address dating in Assume Love, but what Russ experienced affects us married folks, too, when our fears get in the way of seeing what is really going on.
I never dated before I lost 200 pounds and transformed from wallflower to Mr. Adventure. Back then, I blamed this and every other failure on my weight. Now that I’m in relationships, I found I still play that same game, just now it’s with loose skin. And here I thought I broke my broken record.
Understand that years of food contortionism, weight lifting, and running doesn’t create a Charles Atlas body out of the obese. I carry loose skin on my legs and abdomen that can’t adjust to smaller me. Normally it’s no big deal: 23 years of being obese certainly teaches you how to dress to minimize.
But meeting a man with whom there’s great chemistry, all the time knowing what they see isn’t what they’ll get, provokes nothing short of loose-skin-shuddering terror.
I recently met the man of my dreams shortly before I moved from my hometown in North Carolina to New Orleans. He was handsome, shy, strong. Those were just perks: his integrity humbled me, and his spirit enchanted me.
And I was in the best shape of my life, longing for a fresh start after returning home for my mother’s death two years prior. This goal didn’t cooperate with a long distance relationship, but this man was worth considering a change in plans. I’d even move back to a city that just reminds me of ghosts: both my mother’s and my own. I was awestruck by him.

Yet for all his truly exceptional qualities, our interactions followed the nasty pattern of all my previous relationships:
1. He asked “Why have we never seen each other before?”
I don’t remember my reply; I only remember what I didn’t say. What I didn’t say is how many times I’ve seen him in the past. Often. For him, I conveniently appeared in view after I lost the weight I had put on after mom’s death.
And I looked at this strong, sincere, genuine man and resented him a little. And then I was disgusted with myself. Were our perspectives flipped, wouldn’t I have done the same?
2. Meaningful Silence.
The sense of intimacy built the more we talked. That kind of intimacy I adore, the talking. Noise I can handle.
But I can’t tolerate the silence. Usually the meaningful silence strikes when I first take off a shirt and the skin appears. This time, I weaved in and out of consciousness one hazy morning and felt a strong hand closely examining my loose skin. I let him investigate in silence. Deer don’t talk when they’re in front of a car.
I immediately began rejection preparations the second he began his search. Usually the meaningful silence turns into permanent silence, but this one bucked the trend and called back a few days later.
3. “You’re great, and goodbye.”
We continued talking even after I left for New Orleans, and, at first opportunity, I raced back to North Carolina to see him for two weeks. I parked at his house and when I reached for him, he jerked back, tucked those investigatory hands of his under his legs. With the this-is-how-it-is certainty an employer speaks to his employees, he explained that I was “cool” but we were done before we got started. He didn’t want a partner, even a potential one, out of reach.
Reeling, I caused much drama in the week following: chance meetings turning sour, leaving long voice messages, resulting apologies, even a genuine attempt to “let bygones be bygones” inadvertently making more of a mess. I was as ill-equipped for our ending as I was for our meeting. And I’m not proud of this. It was so 200 pounds ago; I didn’t push myself to improve mind and body for years to leave the broken record intact.
So I had to face it: I wasn’t ready for him, or even worthy. Nearing 30, I had the relationship experience of a middle-schooler and the conduct to match. Just because I missed out on all the pre-teen melodrama doesn’t mean I still don’t have to go through it, albeit later than most.
And I also had to face that the only one calling my loose skin into question was me. My highly-evidenced loose skin relationship pattern was of my own creation. Just the fat pants coming back to haunt me with the same tired excuses.
And I can’t blame him for any of that. He can’t be blamed for my loneliness and fear propelling a desire to make a distance relationship work; I can’t blame him for his loneliness and fear forecasting worst-case distance relationship scenarios. And now I can’t blame the skin either.
My pre-weight actions have consequences on my body, and my post-weight treatment of men has consequences too. I have to live with both.
Russ Lane lost more than 200 pounds while working as a food writer. From that experience he created Second Helping, a Web site featuring a variety of news, cooking and first-person columns examining the new opportunities and challenges of life after weight loss. He writes in New Orleans and studies for his personal trainer certification. E-mail him at, or visit Second Helping at

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Patty Newbold

I am a widow who got it right the second time. I have been sharing here since February 14, 2006 what I learned from that experience and from positive psychology, marriage research, and my training as a marriage educator.


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  • Hi everyone,
    Thanks Patty for having me along for the ride! You’ve built something incredible here.
    At the time, writing this felt like a punch in the gut — admitting to the world you behaved like a child is never entertaining.
    But in the time between writing it and now, I made a decision to not let skin interfere with finding a partner. It’s a huge weight off. *Drum roll*
    Jokes aside, I think it’s important for everyone’s relationships — regardless of duration — to look at how much we inflict our issues on everyone around us.
    Owning up to it isn’t particularly gratifying; on the other hand, it does provide something that might not have existed previously — a freedom to move on from them.
    Thanks again for the opportunity!
    Russ Lane
    Second Helping

  • Russ, I was honored that you were willing to share this with my readers. It took a lot of courage, but I am sure it hit home with a lot of us. Letting our self-perception serve as a filter for everything we hear from another person is a problem that affects married couples as much as dating singles.
    Thanks so much for your contribution! I am really enjoying The Second Helping (

  • Russ,
    This is going to sound really foolish to Patty, who knows me so well. I lost a lot of weight when I was 40, but not enough to have a loose skin problem. Now it’s 40 years later and I’m still trying to lose 60 lbs. I’m good for up to 20, then I start wondering what I’ll look like with skin hanging on my legs like loose stockings or on my arms like I’m carrying my purse tucked up in my armpit and I backslide. You have given me the courage to go forward. Thank you. Best of luck to you. I hope you find someone special very soon. As Patty reminded me, I was lucky enough to have the man I loved for 53 years. The same to you.

  • Wow. Thanks! Messages like that are why I do what I do.
    (Not fishing for compliments, mind you *laughs*; rather, being the spark so other people can forge ahead with what they want).
    What’s been really fun lately is interacting with folks having given up the whole “oh lord they’ll freak over the skin” conversation I had in my head.
    It’s all about forging ahead. For me, the “weight loss secret” folks keep clamoring for is really more like an equation: equal parts courage, compassion, creativity and a *whole* lot of chutzpah!
    And chutzpah’s something I know the Newbolds have in spades.
    Russ Lane
    Second Helping

  • Hey guys,
    Hope everyone’s great!
    I revisited this topic while interviewing the owners of Slimpressions, a shapewear company. Some stylists helping post-weight patients recommend shapewear as a quick-fix before surgery.
    Link’s here. Hope you find it interesting!

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Patty Newbold

I am a widow who got it right the second time. I have been sharing here since February 14, 2006 what I learned from that experience and from positive psychology, marriage research, and my training as a marriage educator.

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