I'm in this weird place right now. Sometimes I'm thrilled with my progress and then suddenly I'm disgusted with myself.
Like today. I was on the treadmill running my 3 miles at 5 mph. I was feeling good! Strong, fit...like I could run forever! The I saw my knees in the mirror and all I could think of was how fat they looked.
I'll feel good that my size 16's are fitting better, then suddenly I'll be mad that I let myself get back into that size in the first place!
I'll see my cool size 8 clothes from when I was 150 (for like, a nanosecond) and be so excited to fit back into them, and then I'll hold them up against myself and think that there is NO WAY they will ever fit me again.
Sigh. Why does this all have to be so EMOTIONAL?