I thought it would feel like this:

But it actually feels like this:

I still don't feel thin. I know, cerebrally, when I see the number on the tape measure or zip up a pair of size 6 shorts at the mall, that I have reached my goal. But I don't feel it. Even though the image in the mirror is cute, it just won't sink in that I'm cute.
Obviously, this is a self esteem issue. I could lower my goal to 120, but I don't want to go down the path of ever-dieting-darkness. I want to learn to feel good about myself without relying on weight loss to distract myself from my real problems. My biggest fear is that this attitude will let me lapse into the sort of thinking that "All that work was for nothing, might as well eat a brownie." It's happened before. When I lost a ton of weight in high school, I was disappointed that my new figure didn't magically change my future and social life. So I binged it all back.
Has anyone met their goals (or come really close) and struggled with learning to appreciate the results even if you aren't as perfect as you hoped you would be?



my own fault of course... Maybe, one of the reasons I didn't stay down is because I didn't see in the mirror the results of perfection I imagined I would see once at goal... 