Why? Why, when so many others are struggling with losing weight, gaining weight back, struggling to stay on plan, why can I? What makes me so special? What I am I doing WRONG? Should this not be harder? Way harder? When is the other shoe going to drop and I will FAIL! I worry that if I ever was to go off plan I'd never get back on. And what about when I am at goal? What makes me think that I can actually KEEP this weight off when so many gain it back? Am I really this pompous to think that I can do it when so many others fail?
I keep thinking that I am tricking myself. Whenever I get on the scale I wonder how I am managing to trick the scale into saying a lower number. Did I step in a slightly different place on the scale? How am I getting the measuring tape to read smaller? Did someone take out the seams in my clothes to make them larger? Did my husband photoshop the pictures to make it SEEM like I am losing weight?
And when I do lose my weight... who will I be? I'm the fat mom that does everything. Is a breastfeeding counsellor, Treasurer of my schools PAC, runs a daycare, makes slings, teaches attachment parenting courses, is the costume mom for dance... People are amazed at what I do and CAN do. Will it be as amazing when I'm thin?
Where will I shop? I have not shopped in a store that was not for plus sizes in 12 years!!! I wouldn't know where to begin. In fact right now I am wearing clothes that are a couple sizes too big because I simple hate clothes shopping because I buy whatever fits... not whatever looks best.
On the plus side I am happy. I am feeling way better. My heartburn is all gone. I sleep better at night. I'm more flexible and have more energy.
But is this really happening? I feel like I'm in a really good dream and could wake up at any moment and I DON'T WANT IT TO END!!!
*I know this is really more of a blog post but I think that there are many of us here that can related to some of these things... I'd like to hear your stories too





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I think it is normal to have these thoughts and feeling. Those nagging doubts that creep in.