Okay people, here I am and I don't know what to do.
I have under 40 lbs to loose. Seriously, I cannot tell you if the last time I had so little to loose was in the 80's or 90's but it was FOREVER ago. Instead of jumping for joy and shouting if from the rooftops, I am freaking out about it and beginning to stray and wander off my dilligent MF routine. It is like shooting myself in the feet and I feel pretty powerless to stop right now.
I knew the ending was going to be the hardest part of all this combined with the transition right behind but honestly every single day is pretty much like a struggle right now. Doesn't help that I have been on and off sick and way behind at work BUT why now is it suddenly oh so overwhelming. Am I just thinking too far ahead or what?
I think and know I can do this but all of a sudden that 3 year old Weight Watchers frozen pizza was starting to look good --- HELLO - that is SO wrong. In the past 30 days I have gone through my kitchen with the BIG green garbage bags and plundered the loot that after 8 months is starting to look good. I was a pilar of strength and could thwart any temptation and now my defenses are on the fritz and I feel like I am lost in a fog.
Here's the ultra whiney part --- I can actually get into a size 12 (began in a 28 and most comfy in a 14 now) -- the 12's aren't comfortable to wear in public yet but I can button and zip them up and they are SO cute.
Doubting myself now isn't making a whole lot of sense all of a sudden and well, who here has experienced something similar to help me get my head out of my bum.
Please tell me that I am not alone in my mentalness here!!!!!
Thanks!