Sunday, February 24, 2013
In my head, I go to this place: "Once I reach my goal weight, I will be happy."
Just so you know, that's a load of crap.
I speak from experience, because I lost 60 pounds in 2006, but *I* was still there. I with my issues, fears, and depression. I thought, erroneously, that with the 60 pounds gone, I would magically be happy. I wasn't. As a matter of fact, my lack of happiness at the end of that journey contributed to the demise of my marriage in 2007-2009. Don't get me wrong, there was a lot that was right about me losing the weight. I felt better, had more energy, I could accomplish physical challenges, and I was treated with more respect at work and in public. What didn't magically happen, though, was a sudden ability to cope with the issues that led to be being overweight in the first place. And to be quite frank, I was in a stall pattern with my weight up until this past November.
I have been working very hard to be present in the moment, and not get so caught up with future-tripping. I can choose to be happy now. I don't have to wait for the scale to confirm it. I try to exist in the present, but I'm still working on it every day. I am also working toward making this journey different from the last by making sure I work on the psychological piece, as well as the physical and behavioral piece.