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so glad you all are out here because the wisdom, support, and advice are really helping me stick to this woe. i had a great start, losing 11 pounds in two weeks, and then completely predictably, i have stalled for the last two weeks.
admittedly, it's been a bit disappointing, and i've been battling cravings and the emotional issues that crop up when you can't stuff them down with food and the little voices with the old negative messages. you know the ones: about how maybe weight loss must be for everyone else but not for MY body; i'll never succeed at this; can this one easter egg candy really throw me off? but i log in here everyday and listen to all your voices of determination and struggle and success and have concluded that my experience is AVERAGE.
wow, how i wanted to be special--either destined for spectacular weight loss success or so uniquely put together that i alone must be the one destined to fail and therefore, going back to my old eating patterns would be justified. i've been amazed at the little voices of self-sabotage and fear of failure, but i'm really proud to say i've fought them off and i'm keeping the faith that this will work.
so i'm proudly taking my place in the center of the continuum, where i can say, "yay, i've dropped 11 pounds;" "crap, i've stalled for two weeks now;" "hello?? have you seen how flat my belly is getting?" "i'm going to explode if i drink one more glass of %$#@! water;" "i must be an addict because sometimes the cravings are soooo bad. i've opened the fridge ten times in the last hour--haven't eaten anything i wasn't suppposed to, but TEN times, people!" "look at me, i've stuck with this for four weeks now!" and "my jeans are falling off!"
it's been a rollercoaster, and it's been a lifesaver to know that you guys are here, keeping me on the ride. so thank you, to all of you who've shared your encouragement, your despair, your success, your confusion, and your faith. and to all of you who thought you were "special" too: sorry, you're going to have to join me in the ranks of "average" and stick it out too
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as i contemplate signing off as "average attagirl," i'm struck by how i'm not sure which is harder--letting go of the weight or letting go of the idea that i'm special. hmmmmm....
admittedly, it's been a bit disappointing, and i've been battling cravings and the emotional issues that crop up when you can't stuff them down with food and the little voices with the old negative messages. you know the ones: about how maybe weight loss must be for everyone else but not for MY body; i'll never succeed at this; can this one easter egg candy really throw me off? but i log in here everyday and listen to all your voices of determination and struggle and success and have concluded that my experience is AVERAGE.
wow, how i wanted to be special--either destined for spectacular weight loss success or so uniquely put together that i alone must be the one destined to fail and therefore, going back to my old eating patterns would be justified. i've been amazed at the little voices of self-sabotage and fear of failure, but i'm really proud to say i've fought them off and i'm keeping the faith that this will work.
so i'm proudly taking my place in the center of the continuum, where i can say, "yay, i've dropped 11 pounds;" "crap, i've stalled for two weeks now;" "hello?? have you seen how flat my belly is getting?" "i'm going to explode if i drink one more glass of %$#@! water;" "i must be an addict because sometimes the cravings are soooo bad. i've opened the fridge ten times in the last hour--haven't eaten anything i wasn't suppposed to, but TEN times, people!" "look at me, i've stuck with this for four weeks now!" and "my jeans are falling off!"
it's been a rollercoaster, and it's been a lifesaver to know that you guys are here, keeping me on the ride. so thank you, to all of you who've shared your encouragement, your despair, your success, your confusion, and your faith. and to all of you who thought you were "special" too: sorry, you're going to have to join me in the ranks of "average" and stick it out too
.as i contemplate signing off as "average attagirl," i'm struck by how i'm not sure which is harder--letting go of the weight or letting go of the idea that i'm special. hmmmmm....
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