I know I’m going to get some flack for caring about the numbers on the scale as much as I do right now, but I’ve made it pretty clear that I’m going to say what I feel whether it’s popular or not. I’m relieved that most of you understand and support me in that because I’m tired of fearing this number.
I have been within a few pounds of this number for what feels like an eternity, and I’m tired of it. Right now it seems easier to climb Mt. Everest than to reach the 270’s, but I am determined to do it. This is what I weighed at my last Weight Watchers meeting before I left New York for good, and it has haunted me since I left.
For a long time I let myself believe that I didn’t deserve to lose, and I didn’t. I have already admitted that I’ve spent far too long just getting by, but I deserve it now because I’m working for it now. I’m so close too, and I have decided that I will allow myself to succeed.
I forgive myself for the time I’ve wasted and for the mistakes I’ve made, and I am claiming success. And right now, success feels like letting go of the past and moving into a stronger, healthier future that I am creating for myself.
I’ve taken a lot of steps toward the life I want since January, and shedding weight needs to be among my primary focuses again.
I want to do better, and for the last several days I have been. I just need to keep it up, and that’s the plan.
Maybe the numbers don’t matter to you; maybe they shouldn’t matter to me, but the fact is they do. I’m going to crush this goal, and the reward will be believing that I can finish what I started.
Do you have any short-term goals? If so, what are they?