I'm enthusiastic and passionate about TSFL, but I wasn't motivated to move on. It's hard to explain -- I think I was caught up in the novelty of where I've gotten to so far. I kind of sat down on the road. I mean, I'm the sized I wanted to be initially, and I'm within 9 lbs of where my doctor wants me, and I'm the slimmest one in my immediate family for the first time in my adult life until Dayna births Elizabeth Anne and loses the accompanying accumulation. This state I'm in is what I've dreamed about. In fact, it's more than what I dreamed about. I haven't realistically dreamed about anything beyond this, and I sure didn't dream about this stage accurately.
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Edit: Ok, this is my journal, so I'll be completely transparent. This may be TMI for some, but this is, I repeat, my journal. It's a public one, but really, this is too much a factor to be left out as it is a record of my journey.
My weight has been my protection. It's safe to be unattractive. It wasn't safe at a much earlier age to be attractive. There was a point when I had gained enough weight that I wasn't attractive anymore, and it was a relief. I am physically attractive again, in fact probably moreso than I was before. And even though the physical situation which made it unsafe no longer exists, it haunts me. I've been working with a life coach for most of the year to lay it to rest, to jettison my past which will propel me forward. But it's scary -- like learning to trust that the world's highest suspension bridge isn't going to give way underneath you even though it's creaking and swaying as strong winds blow and cars drive past.
So, I've learned this year that it's ok to be pretty. It's not a bad or evil or even dangerous thing when someone likes the way I look. And it doesn't mean that I've done anything wrong, either, any more than a rose is wrong for being beautiful or I'm vile for finding it lovely.
Some of those reading this will know exactly what I'm talking about. Others will probably understand. For those who don't, remember this is my journal -- it doesn't have to make sense to you.
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Bottom line, I can come up with all kinds of excuses and "explanations" for my lack of progress. But it all seems to come back to lack of focus. I've realized, though, that I'm celebrating a physical state that send most people running for some kind of diet or club membership. It took me a while to become discontent with where I am and then want to move forward. Then it took me a while to wrest myself from denial that I was being compliant when I KNOW I wasn't. Then it took me a while to help Mike understand how I was feeling sabotaged by his kind intentions.
But I've been given a whole bunch of clothes I want to wear and can't yet because they're too small at the moment. I've even bought a few "to look forward to." My WHY, though, has to be larger than just new clothes.
My epiphany: this was originally a prescription. I need to get back to treating the program requirements thusly and stop self-medicating. That's what worked in the beginning. I need to remember cause and effect. I don't adjust antibiotics or even prescription painkillers; why, then, am I monkeying around with this? (Rhetorical question -- no response necessary) When I viewed this as my own personal "prescription for health," I shed over 50 lbs in 4 months. It's now 13 months later than that, and I've shed an additional 64 lbs. While that's nothing to sneeze at, consider that in the last 4 1/2 months, I've only left 9 lbs behind. That's not quite 2 lbs a MONTH!!!
I will be gentle with myself. It's still progress, and I've had other burdens besides pounds to offload.
My original goal was to be at a healthy BMI by September 16, 2007 -- 1 1/2 years from my start date. I'm not going to make it. However, I AM going to get there and as quickly as my body will allow. (New date: Jan 1, 2008)
I missed the 100 day challenge, but I'm convinced it's the only way to go -- completely compliant. So, here I go. This is my prescription for life. I'm serious about the life I want. And if I want it badly enough, nothing will stop me -- not cravings, not availability, not offers, not curiosity, not bad moods or stress or TOMs, not anything.
So, save that seat, Robin. I'm back on the road with my hiking boots on. Destination: Maintenance Land!