I'm down 80lbs plus now. A feat I never imagined would happen, but has. I've just kept plugging along, not being to hard-lined about my "diet" and here I find myself, at a weight I could never have imagined. For thirty years (I'm forty) I've been trying to lose weight, have gained weight, dieted to drop pounds only to stop at still a fairly high number and started the climb back up. I'd mentally beaten myself all through-out that time. Not fun.
And here, thrilled with my new body and most importantly my state-of-mind (no more mental lashings), I realized today that I am scared of what comes next. In all my years of playing this weight game I have never been on this side of it. Many people are now asking me if I am done losing weight. My response is always "Yes?" Why can't I have a definitive answer? Why don't I have a "goal-weight"? I am physically strong and looking good, wearing sizes I didn't know I could count down to. I have no doubt that I can keep this weight off. I love my new life-style which includes lots of sweat, good food choices (most of the time) and being happy with myself. But what happens when I stop at the game I've been winning for the last year and a half? Where do I go from here?