In fact I've pretty much stopped all my obsesssive measuring, though I still do weigh myself daily. I have managed to maintain my weight, which has made me happy.
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Hiya Tom: I need to come troll your diary soon, but meanwhile, let me say that I totally understood your daily focus on the seeming minutiae - it served it's purpose and at this point you know enough, and are comfortable enough to let go of the parts you don't need while keeping the parts you do need. Never struck me in the least as obsessive - just you not only doing what worked for you, but being disciplined enough to do it consistently.
A general thought - more like a rant - about being "obsessive"...... cause I've heard that word directed to me so many times by those near and dear to me..... I think I started to believe it 'cause so many people who didn't need to, or didn't chose to do what I did, felt it necessary to apply it to me so often: "Damn girl, you're so obsessive"........But, since you can't really pull an obsessive person off the object of their obsession without a crowbar, I ignored the little voices (no, not the ones in my head -
I like those LOL) and kept on with my little researching and sorting ideas and data gathering and measuring and counting and recording etc. until the time I was ready to let go, in the way I was ready to let go, with the provision that any/all of my little obsessive behaviors could be brought back onboard when/if needed.
And to me, the proof is in the pudding. Of everyone I know who at one point or another used the "O" word: 1) some of the thin people who've never struggled with weight issues yet felt strangely free to comment (sometimes daily) on my being obsessive are
no longer quite so thin themselves anymore (I'm trying to pretend I care) 2) ALL of the fat people who were even quicker to throw that term around and suggest I "lighten up" are still
either overweight or have lost a bunch of weight and gained it (plus more) back. (I'm trying even harder to pretend I care) Meanwhile, my obsessive little ass
still fits quite nicely into a tiny little pair of Junior's jeans.
I probably sound like a total bitch, but with the exception of my "sisters" (in love, not blood), for some reason (and I still don't know/understand why) the fact that I transformed my body, sustained the change, and my method of doing it have been under continual scrutiny and commentary by friends, relatives, co-workers (ex) for a long, long time - and it gets old.