Today I woke up feeling skinny. Sometimes I can push my confidence to this level for a short time, but it never lasts very long. Five minutes into staring at myself in the mirror, I notice my flabby arms, or the loose skin, or the fact that my stomach still just refuses to go away. Getting ready for work, I put on my size 12 jeans, and still can't quite grasp the idea that they actually fit. Back at the mirror, I'm picking at the fat that's still pushing over my waistline.
Really, does this cycle ever end?
I've been thinking lately about how much of a mental battle weight loss is... and I truly believe it's so much more mental than physical. No matter how many successes I have, I will always find the flaws. I have been trying to focus on the positive, no matter what, and realize that I still have a ways to go in this whole journey. Unfortunately my mind likes to default to the feelings that are normal and easy - the negatives.
My Weight Watchers leader said something in our meeting the other day that really stuck with me:
"Sometimes there will be difficulties along the road, and you will be ready to give up. Think of it this way - If you planned to take a trip from Florida to Washington, and got a flat tire in Oklahoma, would you move there!?"
With that, it all makes just a little bit more sense. :-)
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I agree with you 100%. it is as much of a mental battle is a physical one and for me that's SO hard to come to terms with sometimes. we can do it though!
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