It's been three months since I've come to 3FC, and they have been months of me maintaining. I called it a plateau for a while, but then I finally admitted that I was lying to myself. I was no longer trying to lose, and though I did actually drop a few pounds, I was pretty contently maintaining. I think that when I was no longer in danger of creeping back up into the obese range, some part of me just decided that it was a good place to be done. But you know what? That's not okay. I'm not okay with being overweight, and even though I am no longer obese, I can't let myself stop now.
A couple of weeks ago I noticed that I was slipping, and no longer making the best food choices, especially when eating out. I was telling myself that it was okay to have [insert bad choice] on occasion - except I was telling myself that a lot.
And I realized I needed to go back to basics, before I starting creating new bad habits - which I refuse to do after all the time I spent overcoming the old ones!
I refuse to slip, I refuse to regress, and I refuse to give up
. I am now within 30 pounds of my goal, which is, frankly, unbelievable. It's difficult to process the fact that I "only" have 29 pounds to lose. I've done that four times already, so I know that I can do it again. And I know I'm the only thing that's been stopping me. So this is me, recommitting. For my own sake, for my health, because I deserve
it. This is me, kicking my own butt in gear - because no one else can do it for me.