Today is Monday.
The day when lots of folks start their diets again.
Maybe it’s you. I know for me, I’ve been sitting in the land of 150’s long enough. I’m taking this Monday as a day to begin things fresh. Yep, I’m kick starting my diet again.
This last week, with the horror-moan induced calling to eat crap, I bounced up and down all week, ranging from 152-156 the whole time. But today, I’m starting my week at 151.4, which is fairly respectable considering.
And I’ve got to think.
I have 12 pounds between me and my goal weight.
WHAT IS STOPPING ME FROM HITTING THAT GOAL?
I’ve grown comfortable with saying I’ve lost almost 90 pounds. I’ve enjoyed the feeling of buying a size 9-10 dress at the thrift store because there’s a good chance it will fit. (Which it did. The next date night Matt and I have, there will be pictures. Cause it’s AN AWESOME DRESS!) I’ve grown accustom to my face looking different, being able to feel my ribs for the first time in my life.
But I am still uncomfortable with the thought of being a girl with no more weight to lose.
I still have that feeling that Charlie must always be on the road to lose weight.
Because that’s the only road I have ever known.
So where does the road go after a diet is over, and the weight loss road has ended? I know, in the literal sense, there is then the road to maintenance- keeping yourself at goal.
But I’m talking figuratively. The bigger picture…
What happens during a life after the diet?
I guess I’m just going to have to find out…