I don't understand this whole psychological effect of weight loss. One moment I think I am looking ok. Then I look again and I am pretty sure I should say goodyear across my side.
What do I really look like? Pictures don't help, either. Some pictures make me look like a tanker truck filled with whale blubber, and some pics make me look just fine.
I don't understand why I seem to be getting less pleased with my body appearance when I am smaller and firmer. All I see is every little thing I started working on, and it doesn't seem like it has changed at all.
But logically I know that my clothes are too big and people notice a change. But I keep looking at myself and all I can see is the old me.
Has this happened to you? When did this change for you? Logically, if I lose another 7 pounds I will no longer be technically overweight. But I think I will not be happy even if I get to 160. When does this end? Why can't I just be happy with the success I have had?
I suppose I am not looking for a real answer, just needed to get this out. This makes me feel like I should just give up because no matter what size I am, I am not going to be happy with my body size. And I don't really understand it because otherwise my self esteem is good. I don't really have self esteem problems. The issue seems to be some sort of dysmorphic vision of my body. Luckily it has not inspired any unhealthy eating habits or anorexic type of behavior. Just a sense of disappointment.