So I've definitely been slacking lately. I haven't lost anything since August... but even so, I've maintained my current weight.
And I've realized something. I actually rather like how I look right now. I'm not perfect. Lord knows, my hips and stomach definitely need more work. But I'm content. I've gotten myself out of the "obese" range. I don't look at myself in the mirror and see "fat" anymore. I'm tall, and I carry my weight well even at 198.
My point? I'm a work in progress... but I'm in no hurry. I do plan to continue on my journey to my goal, but I won't mind if it takes me a while at this point. I'm healthier and happier than I've been with myself in a long time.
And I think having this change in attitude will help me succeed in the long run. If I'm not obsessing over the scale and driving myself crazy trying to get to "x" lbs by "x" date, I may feel better both mentally and physically.
Lord knows, I've been stressing myself out all summer to drop the weight. And I think it's time I take a step back and enjoy what I've accomplished.
And the scale has nowhere to go but down from here...