Time to get some goals lined up for the fall and winter.
I have one: 25 lbs.
They've got to go.
For a long time I've been a little afraid of something. Just in the back of my mind, I've wondered, "Am I done losing weight?"
I hope not. I want to lose more. But my losing just stopped. For a while. For a good long while.
I'm happy I have not gained. I have fluctuated, but I haven't significantly gained.
But there's more ahead for me in the journey. Why aren't I forging ahead?
These are things to contemplate, obviously.
Sometimes I look at people who lose all their weight at once and I feel bad that I haven't done the same. I've gotten about halfway, and held.
I guess, like many of us are scared we will regain, I am also scared I can go no further. I know that's not true, but it's a fear, nonetheless.
On the update front, no workouts this week, got a cold. Post-nephew, post-deadlines, I'm sick. Just the tail end of all the stress, I think.
Time to refocus and see what's around the next corner. No need to be afraid. I can handle it.