It is inherently amazing what it takes to lose the last 15 pounds. People always say the hard part is getting started. The hell it is. The hard part is after the shiny is worn off your new toys, the new sneaker smell is gone and you are so SO tired of eating the same things, over and over. This is the hard part. It's easy to give up at this point. After all, you've made lovely progress. Twenty pounds, more or less, gone. But I always say this is the sneakiest trick your brain will play on you. Where the progress you've made will seem like "enough", even though it's not even close to your goal. And we all know close only counts in elections and hand grenades.
Here's the dirty, ugly truth. I'm not there yet. And my program is not shiny anymore and mostly I just want to eat chocolate and tell my body to sod off. But this is where I can't let myself falter, this is the tipping point between success and backsliding down into the same hole. When I think of it like that, no chocolate in the world seems worth that return trip to hell.
I won't say the last few months have been perfect. They have included moving house, working out of town for almost 2 months, living out of hotel rooms and restaurants. But the good news is, I haven't given up too much ground. And I have always enjoyed a good comeback. Now is the hard part, making the old stuff seem shiny again. Re-learning everything I thought I had down to a science. I am almost there.
Almost doesn't count.
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