Here's the thing about losing a significant amount of weight, ya know, like 100 lbs. It's emotional...or at least it is for me. My emotions are all over the map.
One minute I'm feeling really positive. "Look at me, I've lost 46.8 lbs. I ROCK. Almost to half way." The next day, "Ugh, do I really have another 58.2 lbs to lose? It's gonna take me FOREVER."
One minute I'm feeling so good about myself with all my clothes falling off me and my almost gone second chin. "I'm looking so good." That evening I hop in the shower and feel deflated due to my sagging...and I mean sagging stomach. "Ugh, I'm so fat."
One day, I'm in complete control of my eating and feel as though I can do this for life. The next day I just want to eat and eat and eat and wonder if I can make it another day.
It's an emotional roller coaster. Other life stuff isn't helping, but my feelings about myself do waffle. I'm sure most, if not all, people struggle with their self image from time to time. Don't get me wrong, I love myself...obviously...look at all the pictures I post. I just get a little tired of battling food and inertia so much. Inertia is telling me that its time to lie on the couch and close my eyes. The opposite of inertia is telling me that I should get my but off the chair and go visit the treadmill. And as I sit her procrastinating, my time for doing either is quickly waining. What to do?