Readers, this is your fair warning. A down in the dumps alert...Sometimes I just need to talk myself through the rough spots. I get afraid, sometimes, of what my life will be like when I get to my 'goal'. I think part of that is from people saying they think I look great now. Really? I'm hovering at the 200 pound mark and I look great? When I look in my mirror I see a fat woman who knows how to dress to hide weight. What will I look like at 140? Will I look great? Or will I have tons of loose wrinkly skin hanging all over like an elephant? Will I look old and worn out? Will I gain it all back plus some?
Sometimes I think I won't get to my goal and that I'm just wasting my time especially when I step on the scale and discover I've not lost a pound or worse yet GAINED! What is wrong with me that I can't lose the weight all of a sudden? Maybe the problem is that I sometimes feel content. I think that's what my husband is banking on. That I feel content and stop trying so I don't make him look bad. Am I right or just paranoid? When did I let paranoia creep into this equation?
I am so frustrated with my weight right now that I can't see straight.