My Crazy Head.
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Hi Friends-
I have been hanging out at 207 for about a month now. Last week after my cruise I dropped to 205 (BTW how's cool is that? Vacation AND lose weight!
). Anyway, I am at that point where onederland beckons in the not so far off distance but feels damn near unattainable. However, I've noticed that I haven't been the most well-behaved sleever this past month or so. I have had moments where I chastised myself but I've been mostly okay with treats and not following the "rules". I've thought quiet a bit about why I seem to be okay with this.
Tonight, I think I realized that I am scared of Onederland for some reason. To put this in perspective, I have not been under 200 since I was about 17. For years, my thought process has been "it's okay you're a little heavy; you're smart". I basically convinced myself that it had to be a trade off. I know this sounds really dumb but I am having a bit of an identity crisis with getting under 200! It's like I think I can't have the whole package. WTH is the matter with me?
Being that it is the holidays, I am giving myself permission to coast (but NOT gain) for the next couple of weeks as I work this out mentally. To add to this, I have dropped to a size 12 and this is evidently the moment when everyone and their mother is noticing that 110 pounds have disappeared from my frame. Their wonderful and positive comments are actually making me more conscious and nervous about onederland.
I know I am a basket case, but I'd appreciate any feedback especially from those who were as uncomfortable giving up the fat cloak as I appear to be. UGH!
Thanks for listening.
Amanda