I can relate to what some of you ladies have said.
In my mind, there is a calendar/ clock ticking ticking ticking. I set a goal several months out, and I'm optimistic, so I set the bar high; then I get sidetracked mid-way and start thinking, "oh, no! I'm never going to make my goal!"
That's what I've been dealing with this week. My goal was to reach 130 by my 30th birthday, Sept 17th. Then, in my mind, I adjusted the goal to 125, because that's the weight I REALLY want to be. Nevermind that I haven't weighed that since I was a teenager. I was doing great, then LIFE happened. Nothing huge, just slacking, busy, caring for my kids, exhausted at the end of the day, get up the next day and do it all again. So here I am, stalled out at 147 for over a month, and freaking out that I'm not going to make my big goal for my birthday. Every day, it's closer and I'm freaking out a little more and feeling completely overwhelmed and like I can't reach my goal that quick no matter what I do.
The other goal I had was to pay off my car by my birthday. At the time that I set the goal, it was realistic. Now, it's not. And that definitely won't happen, bc it's not logistically possible.
Setting goals too high? Not accounting for life getting in the way? Or just not staying coarse the way I can and should? I don't know, ladies. I'm just glad none of us is alone!

I think we can all "what if" ourselves crazy. And not just about weight. What if I hadn't married the guy I'm now divorced from? What if I hadn't bought that car that turned out to be a lemon? What if I had studied harder in school? What if I had moved to New York City instead of staying in my hometown? We can all add to the list. We can all guess. None of us can change the past.

Use the feelings you have to keep you motivated and to get and stay healthy. I was over 250 pounds for about 25 years. I wasn't always heavy - I gained big time in my late 30s. Not while I was pregnant. Not because I was raised in the fast food era (I wasn't.) Not because I didn't know better. No excuses. I just ate whatever I wanted. Junk and good stuff together. I thought of myself as being fat but fit. I had no health problems and felt like I could do anything. It's amazing how that perspective changes once you start to lose. Just keep working at it. Any loss is a good loss. Accept the new you the same way you accepted the old you. You're worth it.

Lin