Weight loss is making me feel weird...

Hills of fat are eroding away, muscles appear in the valleys... my body keeps changing by the week! In six weeks I will have reached the finish line, even with a six pack; it's hard to imagine what that's like; the last time I had one was ten years ago, too long ago to remember. Perhaps my memory isn't that good. Anyways, it seems that I keep chaning... making me wonder... in the end... will I still be me?