Well gals & guys, I had my pizza last night. I also ate a salad so I wouldn’t go overboard with the pizza BUT I went overboard anyway. I noticed all of a sudden that 2 times this week I let myself indulge and it’s the exact same week that I could have made it to the 100’s. I’m seeing a self-sabotage pattern again and I’m not sure why or what to do about it. The only thing getting in the way of my success is my own mind. I need some help. I’m not stressed about my weight loss anymore…or at least I don’t think I am. I’ve let go of all the things that were causing me to be miserable…the timeline, the counting calories, the buying smaller clothes and hating myself until I could fit in them. So what the heck is my problem this time? I must be afraid of something, right? Why can’t I let myself get below 200??? I don’t get it. I should get it. But I don’t.
This is not the first time I’ve been really close to one-derland and then boogered it up. I’ve actually been battling these same pounds since last Oct. or Nov. I thought it was the pressure I was putting on myself of being a certain weight by a certain date but apparently that’s not the problem. Although, it has made me happier and helped me see all the wonderful progress I’ve made so far instead of waiting until I hit the magic number of 165 before I’m allowed to start living.
But something’s not clicking. The rest of this blog is me talking to myself.
1. The number on the scale does not define who I am. 165 is a number that my body should be at to be healthier.
2. I am so proud of myself for the weight I’ve already lost.
3. I feel so good when I eat healthy and drink plenty of water.
4. Life is about choices and there’s always going to be time for some yummy pizza.
5. I look amazing in my clothes now and love that I can buy clothes in regular stores now.
6. If I can’t lose another pound eating healthy and exercising, I will be happy at a size 16/18. I will NEVER let myself be 273 lbs and miserable again.
7. I owe it to myself to try and reach 165. I’m worth the effort.
Something’s not clicking. Why am I afraid of one-derland?