I've noticed that for the past week or so, I've been struggling a little bit.
Not struggling enough to go off plan, but just little things, like eating an apple because I'm nervous rather than hungry, or being distracted by the cookies EVERY TIME I enter the break room at work.
It got worse a few days ago when I weighed in at 232. I only remember ever weighing less than I do now ONE TIME, one post-workout weigh-in when I saw a weight under 230. That was in 1992.
When I started this journey, everything sucked. I was fatter than I had ever been, totally out of shape and could feel my health slipping away.
Now, I feel great, everyone compliments me on my weight loss, I'm fit, energetic, and feel pretty.
But I can't IMAGINE the next step-- because I know that if I keep going down, soon I will be giving up a plus sized identity that I cultivated for the last almost twenty years.
I feel like there is a part of me that thinks where I am now is good enough-- I'm still chubby ubergirl, but no longer morbidly obese ubergirl.
I'm just wondering if any others have these feelings, and if so, how you deal with them...?