So I've lost over 80 pounds by following my doctor's plan as ordered. I have a whole new me and feel so blessed! I do go off track sometimes though and even just one bite of something wrong makes me so incredibly anxious. I worry constantly that I'm going to gain back the weight and will have gone through all of this for nothing. It's almost as if it's too good to be true. I just started seeing the counselor at our weight loss clinic and she says it's a normal stage. Just wondering if others feel anxious and worried like this as well?

Yup almost two years and I'm still worried it will all come back. Forever diligent

I am worried everyday that I will gain again. For the first time in my life I can wear clothing, look at myself in the mirror and think I am almost kind of hot. I recently converted an extra room into a closet where I do not have a single piece of fat clothing (I boxed up the fat clothes and put them in storage). My whole beautiful closet is full of extra smalls, smalls, 0,2, and 4's and it is this big giant reminder that if I gain weight I get to go back to this sad life where I never wanted to leave my house, where I never wore makeup becuase why bother, if you're fat no one cares if you put on makeup, and where I only wore dark clothing. My closet has florals and chevrons, oranges and vibrant colors now, and each time I walk in there I see the life I have now and know that if I am not vigilant every single day, I don't get to live that life any more.

I weigh myself on three scales every morning, which is actually helpful because for some reason this morning one of my scales must have been on a tile crack because it showed I had gained 3 pounds. If that was the only scale I used, that would have been a giant meltdown. Fortunately, since the other 2 scales said I weighed the same as yesterday I repositioned the misbehaving scale and weighed myself again and got a normal number. I can't seem to lose any more weight, but at least I don't seem to gain.

My weight is my one positive glimmer at the moment. I'm not dating, I don't go out, all I do is work, and I have absolutely nothing to look forward to at the moment other than more work (which is a good thing- more work means more money, so not complaining), but everyday I can get on my scales and I have quantifiable proof that I am not worthless anymore. Then I go in my closet and I try some of my beautiful clothing on, most of which still have tags because I'm too busy to go anywhere, and I say...well damn, at least I look good.

So yes, I am terrified of getting fat again because it is the one thing I can look at and feel good about at the moment.

I'm only halfway through this process, haven't even had surgery yet, and I think about regaining the weight every single day!

@@AvaFern

You know how I feel, because I said it before....

But your words "But every day I can get on my scales I have quantifiable proof that I'm not worthless anymore " made me CRINGE.

If you're putting all your worth to the number on the scale, I feel sorry for you.

So if you gain....say 20 pounds...does that mean you're worthless again?

When I weighed 235 pounds, I was still smart, funny, kind, hard working, patient....I had lots of qualities that the scale didn't define. And I'm still that person. There's just less of me now. Which is a shame because I'm pretty awesome.

I see too many people on this site put all their worth into how much they weigh. And that's just sad. And wrong. And not healthy.

Not only do I get scared I'll regain, I get scared that I will be on of those who stops before they hit goal. I lost over 100lbs, I need to lose at least that much more to even be considered fat and no longer morbidly obese. I follow my program and exercise regularly, but some days I get this nagging voice in the back of mind that I won't make it. I've never been one to give up so I try an use that as impetus to keep moving forward, but I'm not gonna lie, that voice is there.

Not only do I get scared I'll regain, I get scared that I will be on of those who stops before they hit goal. I lost over 100lbs, I need to lose at least that much more to even be considered fat and no longer morbidly obese. I follow my program and exercise regularly, but some days I get this nagging voice in the back of mind that I won't make it. I've never been one to give up so I try an use that as impetus to keep moving forward, but I'm not gonna lie, that voice is there.

I have no doubt you will get to goal, or at the least, damn close to it. No doubt. There are just certain people who have the tenacity to succeed. You are one of them.

Yes, I am scared of regain...I am scared of"disability" as I love my body, my freedom to do things, my pleasures of daily living.

However, I have decided to shift gears from anxiety ridden helplessness (my history of regain) to pragmatic tactics. I don't need to be anxious or fear ridden as long as I use my accountability strategies. When I do go off course, I still love myself...and I correct my course. So far, this is a much happier way to live than fretting or obsessing over it.

It's weird, we screw up lots of times in life...but weight gain seems to be the unforgivable sin to many. I choose to think differently. It is hard, partly because my friends are all skinny people and I am STILL bigger than them. I can't let my self worth be guided by that comparison.

@@Babbs & @@CowgirlJane - you're both are right. I am tenacious. I also have always loved myself no matter what my weight is. I do use that fear of not succeeding to motivate myself, instead of paralysing me. I think a certain amount of fear is healthy when kept in proper perspective.

Well I went through this once before and gained it back (band) so I do worry. I worry about not losing enough this time and also gaining it back. I hope I never stop worrying.

Avafern.....why did you put your fat clothes in storage? Get rid of them! You are paying good money to store painful reminders of who you were????

I too am scared of regain but I am going to do whatever I can to not make it happen.

@@Babbs

You have told me how you feel, and I don't think you're wrong. I do place a lot of my self-worth in the number on the scale. Much as I can recognize that I am intelligent, successful, driven, and occassionally funny....I feel like if I look like I cannot control something as "simple" as my size, then no one else cares about the rest. I figure if I can find value in at least something about myself, and at the moment I really like that number on the scale, this is at least better than nothing.

I lost 70 pounds on the hCG diet and the minute I got to my goal started heading back up the scale that day, I think.

My surgery date is in about two weeks and I'm terrified of regaining after I cut half my stomach off! That would be really humiliating (just to me I don't care what other people think).

I almost didn't schedule the surgery when I went to one of those meetings and it was a whole roomful of people that have had surgery five and six years ago and were fat. I was completely shocked. To me this is an extremely radical surgery so it better work. Praying that cutting the hunger hormones out is going to be a huge help.

I think that's human nature to worry very much about gaining it back because this is kind of the last resort.

Not trying to be negative just honest.

Every single day!

I am 17days post op - Lapland removal to VSF and spend all day worrying in between regular life... ????

- I worry I'm not loosing fast enough...

- I worry I will stretch my stomach if I nibble somethin

- I worry I will gain all that I loose again

- I worry I shouldn't get pregnant again in a couple of years because I'll gain weight

- I worry that I'm feeling hungry but not sure so I just try and ignore...

- I worry I'm not getting enough exercise

Yeah I worry... And then I say stop. Let it go and just be conscious ... So I'm trying... ☺️

I am terrified of regain. Absolutely terrified every single day! This is probably one I'm a bit obsessive. I am over a year out and down 125 lbs. I'm the smallest I've been since I was about 16. I still have yet to eat one bad thing. Not even a bite or a crumb. I have not had one single treat or splurge. Haven't had bread, rice, pasta, potatoes, etc.. I keep thinking I need to get over it but I'm afraid.