The stress of success. Not a topic readily discussed at WW. Perhaps people don't want to talk about such a thing but I do. I need to. I drive Shrek crazy with my uneasiness. As I have lost weight I have found myself floating in clothing that once choked me. At first that feeling is exhilarating but with time feelings of anger and fear and frustration also come. Nobody has told me how to deal with these emotions. I am in this boat with one oar, completely lost but I paddle on. I have gone on diets before and I have always jumped ship just as the horizon became visible in the distance. This time is different.
The difference is I want to reach that horizon. Why the fear? Why be frustrated and angry? I guess I didn't realize how much was involved with losing weight. I was so happy to be doing well that I didn't stop to think about how I would feel about needing to have smaller things to wear like every six weeks. Maybe what I really feel is overwhelmed. Currently I own more clothing that is too large for me to comfortably wear than things that fit.Thank goodness for friends and well meaning people who have come to my rescue with encouragement and clothing. I am ever so fortunate to have Shrek who keeps me calm and who is so much kinder to me than I am to myself. He is my rock. He chuckles at me when I get whiny about having to go out and buy new intimates once again. As he points out it is a bonus for him if I go without underwear...LOL.
As of this posting I have lost 133.8 pounds. I have just about 21 pounds left before I reach shore,let out my anchor and settle in. It will be nice to be in maintenance. To stay the same for an extended time and have time to adjust to the new me.
