I’ve been going back to this entry a lot lately. Though when I wrote that I absolutely believed in my commitment to being relaxed and unconcerned with the speed at which I lost weight, I find that as it approaches the one year mark for this diet/lifestyle change/call it whatever you want, it’s a little harder to be so cool.
I’m still unpacking the reasons for this. Unfortunately I think there’s still a bit of “this needs to happen fast so my REAL life can start” lurking in my mind. Fortunately, I’ve found the best cure for this is to throw myself into lots of enjoyable activities. That way when that thought pops up, I can easily see how ridiculous it is.
Otherwise, I’m still trying to sort it all out. I’m not unhappy with the progression of my strength and fitness. I feel really good these days. I have more energy than I’ve had in over a decade.
Maybe it comes down to feeling like I’ve worked at something for a year without the astounding before/after pictures that people love to look at. I’ve gone from a fat woman to a slightly-more-compact fat woman and it’s all rather anti-climactic.