After having been fat for 36 years (okay, I'm not joking here, the thinnest I ever was I was still overweight) and telling myself it's okay to fail, the goal is too high, the end is not in sight, the fat will not go away, give up now and save yourself the trouble. . . can you see where my brain has always been?
For some reason it just hit me today.
I have lost almost 40 pounds (haven't updated ticker) since last November.
I am a little over 40 pounds away from goal.
If I was able to lose the first 40 why do I think I won't be able to lose the last 40?
It's very freeing to tell that little voice in my head to shut up. Just thought I'd share.