Hello all,
I've reached a point in my diet I'm sure some of you are familiar with, and thought it'd be interesting to go online and hear from anyone who's been in the same boat. I started last fall at 286; am now in the 220s, en route to 160. I'm excited but a little overwhelmed at the enormity of it all. It's not that I'm worried the weight will come back or anything: the plan I've been able to set up for myself is pretty firmly in place. I pride myself that it's kind of like this clock I've built and set running: no matter what else is going on in my life, my diet "keeps on ticking" in background; I keep my routines automatically and with little thought, and the pounds slowly, steadily come off.
...But in some ways, that's the problem. Well, ok, it's not really a "problem." But here's what I'm getting at: there's a moment when you've decisively left behind your starting point, but you're not yet close to your goal weight. I imagine it's like those swimmers across the English Channel, when you've left behind one coast, but can't yet see the other shore. It's a strange limbo, and one that's giving me surprisingly more anxiety than I imagined it would.
It's not a question of motivation--that's a non-issue. It's really more about impatience and, mentally, being ready to be thin before, physically, your body is. Not a bad problem to have, but some days I just wish I could undergo anesthesia and wake up in 6-8 months when I've hit my goal. Between the excitement of beginnings and endings lies the vast middle that's sometimes difficult to know what to do with.
Anyone else currently over "open waters"? What will we do when we see land?
I've reached a point in my diet I'm sure some of you are familiar with, and thought it'd be interesting to go online and hear from anyone who's been in the same boat. I started last fall at 286; am now in the 220s, en route to 160. I'm excited but a little overwhelmed at the enormity of it all. It's not that I'm worried the weight will come back or anything: the plan I've been able to set up for myself is pretty firmly in place. I pride myself that it's kind of like this clock I've built and set running: no matter what else is going on in my life, my diet "keeps on ticking" in background; I keep my routines automatically and with little thought, and the pounds slowly, steadily come off.
...But in some ways, that's the problem. Well, ok, it's not really a "problem." But here's what I'm getting at: there's a moment when you've decisively left behind your starting point, but you're not yet close to your goal weight. I imagine it's like those swimmers across the English Channel, when you've left behind one coast, but can't yet see the other shore. It's a strange limbo, and one that's giving me surprisingly more anxiety than I imagined it would.
It's not a question of motivation--that's a non-issue. It's really more about impatience and, mentally, being ready to be thin before, physically, your body is. Not a bad problem to have, but some days I just wish I could undergo anesthesia and wake up in 6-8 months when I've hit my goal. Between the excitement of beginnings and endings lies the vast middle that's sometimes difficult to know what to do with.
Anyone else currently over "open waters"? What will we do when we see land?