7 weeks into my journey and I should be feeling good, right? I’ve lost 8.2 pounds, my clothes are loose, I feel fabulous, and if I may, even proud of myself. I put myself out there with this crazy project, have worked hard and have raised money for such a worthy cause. Now I should be able to sit back and enjoy the fruits of my almost-have-reached-my-goal labor. If only I could.
But I can’t. Why? Because even though I’m still working out and I continue to eat well, anxiety lurks in the crevices of my brain. The problem is: me. I don’t trust me in this process. I’ve done well not just because of what I’ve done, but also because of you all, and Trainer Bob. What happens in 2 weeks when you all stop cheering me on and Trainer Bob has completed his job with me? I’ll be alone with the cookies, the chips, the holiday cheese ball, with no one to stop me. It sounds a bit pathetic but it’s also true.
It’s about accountability. I am more than happy to hold up my end of the bargain for you and for Trainer Bob. But when it’s just me, who knows. I might treat myself to dessert without writing it down, I might skip a workout on a cold, and snowy morning, I might start letting myself off the hook. I’ve done it before. And I really don’t want to do it again. How do we make ourselves accountable and stay on track? It is the million dollar question.
At least I know myself, and I’m thinking ahead to the next steps of this weight loss train. I’ve got 2 weeks to figure it out. And gee, before I get cocky, I’ve still got 1.8 lbs to lose, during the holiday season, no less… If I want to be anxious, guess I should be anxious about losing the weight before I get anxious about keeping it off!
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