Happiness
I stand on the scales every Sunday and now for a couple of weeks I’ve been preparing myself. I’ve been thinking: ‘I must have put on weight.’ Since I’ve been stuck for so long, I’d stopped believing in my method, in myself, if you like. I felt like a sportswoman without her motivation coach (is there such a thing?), mental trainer or whatever it’s called. When you don’t believe in anything anymore, it’s hard to stick to anything.
Last night I ‘knew’ that I’d put on weight, but how wrong I was. I’d finally left my ‘plateau’ and continued on the way down without really noticing. One kilo down. It feels great. Now I’m going to celebrate by going for a walk in the sunshine, bring my little keeshond and take lots of pics. I’ve reached my partial goal. Wish me luck for the next one.
That’s fabulous! I experienced something similar back in June, where what I “knew” was dead wrong. I also was pointed to a useful tool that I found useful for helping me see what was going on more clearly. Your mileage may vary, of course.
Best wishes.