First, thank you for all of the tips on getting back to blog comment land.. I can now post!! Yippee.
So last night I was going through my closet, and I have to say, I have flown through the last two sizes (meaning one day I was a size 14 and now I am a solid 12 and 10 in some things). So the 14's look terrible on me.
Wait a minute, read that again..size 14 looks terrible on me..
I can remember last year I would kill to wear a size 14 and now I am bitching that its too big.
And its just not the size that I have become not content with, its looking at my body and wanting to have a better physical shape, or less loose skin or wanting my stomach to look better and interests in grooming and just my general health have sky rocketed.
I am not on the road to obsession about these things but what I have come to recognize is that what I would have been content with or rather settled for last year, is just not where I want to be now.
I really want to be 150 lbs
I really want to wear a size 8/10
I really want my loose skin to go away
I really want to get my nip/tuck
I really want to exercise more
I really want to push my self to be better on so many levels.
So that brings the question, if and when I achieve all of the above.. will I then be content?
I can remember saying when I weighed 240, if I could only weigh 175 I would be so thrilled.
Well, I got to 175 and was happy, but there was just no way in hell I was dropping my bags and staying there.
Anyone else go through this type of crazy thinking??