I've been noticing a slight lack of enthusiasm the past week or so DESPITE breaking 150, DESPITE getting back into my prebaby jeans. (despite having now found a total of $30 in the pockets of those jeans)
I am now in the weight range that I have battled with for years. I'd say I've spent at least 80% of the last 25 years between 142 and 156 (closer to 156 in the last 10). I've crapped out on numerous diets in the mid 140's
Everything about this time is different. This is the first time in my life I have lost weight without feeling deprived. This is the first time in my life I have lost weight at a reasonable rate. This is the first time I have been this consistant this long.
And yet, deep down, I dont believe that this time will be different. I keep expecting to go from 1.4-2 lb loss per week to stall/gain any second now. And its like I am fighting self-sabotage constantly so I can be "right"
I suspect the only thing to do is power through and stay the course and prove myself wrong, but its as demotivating to feel this way as it would be to see it on the scale.
My weight loss is slowing slightly, but I can still feel happy at this level