I am stuck. It's not the end of the world - I've been stuck before.
I know what I have to do. I'm not mad about it, I just know how hard it is to get busy again and do it.
It'll take work, sweat, pain, time, effort... a little hunger... gah.
Cookies are good. I hate that they're so good. And they're so easy - run to Walmart, and there they are, sitting on the shelf, waiting to be eaten. HATE THAT.
Lots of other things that are good for me, are also good-tasting, but they require work. Even if it's just baby carrots and dip or cut-up cantaloupe. HATE THAT TOO.
Even so, I still watch other runners going down the street, and I love that I now think of them as "other runners" instead of just "runners." I used to be jealous of them. I used to feel despair and hopelessness when I saw them. I think those negative feelings helped propel me to where I am now, but they didn't really do the job until I added, "Well, I could just try it," and did.
And that's the same thing I have to do now.
The completely awesome thing is that I've kept off this much weight for this long. I still WANT to. I'm still inspired. I haven't given up. I've succeeded to this point. I know my weight loss will continue, though it would be easy to say "OK, done" and just be good at 150 instead of getting down to where I want to be (125).
I know I can. I know I will.
I'm excited for tomorrow.
149.7 this morning! I'm hanging onto it like mad! :)
ReplyDeleteIt's so satisfying and inspiring to see a number you havent seen in awhile.
ReplyDeleteMy clothes are getting looser, but the numbers aren't dropping. Maybe Im gaining muscle. Is it lame to rather see it in the numbers?
I don't think it's lame. Numbers seem like better proof.
ReplyDeleteI remember the first time I went clothes shopping after dropping enough weight to make a difference, though... I'd been gaining muscle weight, so my numbers didn't look great. But when I saw the size I was fitting into and checked myself out in the mirror, that was good proof too. :)