I have procrastinated long enough.
Thinking perhaps the scale will go down a bit more. You can scratch that barring a stomach virus that may take me to the 150's, where I will linger for a day until I get hydrated again.
I am in my happy place. Right here at 161-165. That is where the scale is every morning. It has been like this for the last 3 months. At first, I wanted to deny it, but why? Why would I put so much stock in a number? Especially, when I am at my healthiest adult weight ever.
Yesterday, Vicky and I were e-mailing back and forth. We were discussing scale numbers. And as we were talking, I suddenly realized why it has been bothering me to call "maintenance".
I have NEVER been here.
Never taken a stroll down Maintenance Lane. EVER.
Even as a teenager and young adult I was constantly battling keeping the number on the scale from going up. My whole life has been a diet. I have never experienced maintenance. It is very uncharted water for me.
And, I don't like change. I am comfortable in Diet Land. It is something I am good at. Losing. Keeping weight off has always been a battle.
Maintenance makes me uneasy.
All the questions that spin through my head.....
Will I be able to keep this weight? How many calories should I focus on? How many hours of exercise do I need to put in? What will my "freak out' number on the scale be? Will I be successful? What's my plan? Where do I go from here?
Then I told myself:
JUST BREATHE. JUST ENJOY THIS. YOU HAVE EARNED THIS. YOU GOT THIS.
I have done the work. I have changed my lifestyle. I know portion sizes. I know the vegetable to carb ratio that needs to be on my plate. I could quote you the protein and calories of most foods in my sleep. I have worked with the head issues that come with weight loss. I know that being active is key for me.
So, today I am calling it.
I am joining the others on the bench that have come before me.
15 months and 155 lbs. lost...................maintenance begins.