Prompt: Your greatest fear regarding your weight loss.
This one is easy. I don’t even have to think about it. That the weight will come back. I say that like there is some sort of mysterious transformation that happens overnight and *poof* I’ll wake up fat again.
I know that’s not how it is. I know this is all me. Taking it off, that’s on me. Keeping it off, that’s on me, too. I’ve done this cycle a bunch of times. I don’t even want to think about the total weight I’ve lost, and subsequently gained back, during my adult life.
The present cycle I’m on has been the most successful. I lost the most I ever had, a few years ago, to put me at this weight. (Of course, that also means the cycle prior, I had gained the most I ever had, but let’s not look into that particular kettle of fish. Mmkay? Move along. Nothing more to see here.) I’ve kept it off. Mostly.
While I’m annoyed that I allowed any of it to come back on, there were extenuating circumstances and 2015 was chock full of back-to-back extenuating circumstances. I’ll not be sad to see the end of this year in my rear-view.
Additionally, while the beginning of the loss cycle sucks hardcore, and my emotional state resembles that of a PMSing, manic, tweeking crack whore without a fix, I know from experience, it will be (relatively) short lived – usually until results start to show on the scale. I do recognize that those closest to me will feel as though it’s never gong to end.
Sorry, guys. I apologize in advance for all of the things I will say/do when I’m hangry and tweeking for doughnuts.