It's like it's made of entirely different stuff than it was made of a few days ago. There's a thinness to this feeling, though when I look at my body objectively, it doesn't look any bigger or smaller than before. Just different.
I'm not sure how to explain it. Perhaps eating so little this past week contributes to the sensation. I'm trying to eat more (how often does one get to say that?) and eat in a nutritionally sound way. But it's still weird.
My body moves and does things and it feels like it requires great effort and at the same time no effort at all, like watching someone else do something.
Whether I like my body or not, I want to feel at home in it again. This unanchored drifting is rather disorienting.