Hello there gang,
I'ts hard to believe that a year has already gone by (mine is on Thursday). We are all doing well and figuring this thing out one step at a time.
For me one of the hardest things has been my mind. At 84 pounds lost, I am wearing jeans that I have not been in since highschool......so why
am I not excited? I get on the scales and think of a new goal rather than celebrating that I reached the last one. Deep down I think I am afraid. When
you live a life where you struggle with weight, you put on and take off weight constantly. It feels like I have done this a million times before and I wonder
if my lack of excitement is out of fear that it's only temporary. Is anyone else going through this?