My fitnesspal app tells me today is the 22nd day in a row I've been tracking. For some reason yesterday I had it in my mind it was nearly 4 weeks, and even then, I was thinking about what a short amount of time that is in comparison to how long I'll have to be doing this weight loss caper. I reckon I have to lose at least 27kgs to get to my maximum acceptable weight (which I note is the weight I got to in my first year of university at which time I felt positively whale-like, not helped by certain pointed comments and meaningful sighs my mother made... Not that I'm bitter... Must work on getting over that). I know I need to lose it slowly to be successful, and I'm trying not to be impatient, but still. Sometimes it seems insurmountable. Especially on days like today where it's really a struggle.
Ah - mothers and weight issues can be a VERY thorny subject. I'm convinced that it was Mum's own obsession with dieting that led me down that particular path - although the kicker is she's always been MUCH more successful than me!
ReplyDeleteAs for the impatience side of things - it's a cliche but I guess there has to be a slight element of just "enjoying the journey". I am trying to think of it all as one big leaning experience. Trying...not always succeeding!!
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