One of my long-term goals is to get back down to my ideal weight. Admittedly, I have a long way to go but I’ve lost 16ish pounds from my heaviest nonpregnancy weight ever so I need to be pleased with that because at least it’s a start.
I’m not going to lie–losing weight is hard for me. Small setbacks derail any progress I make and then it takes awhile to get my focus and discipline back. It’s during those times when I really need to revisit my motivation for why I’m trying to do it in the first place.
That’s what I’m taking some time to do today and also share it with you on the off-chance someone else is struggling and could also use a little pick-me-up.
On the surface, I have all the normal reasons behind my choice to lose weight wanting to have a normal dose of self-esteem and be healthier and a good example for the child and look better in clothes and be okay wearing a bathing suit and shorts in public and actually being in pictures But, deep down, there are other reasons. Reasons that are probably slightly abnormal but in my brain make total sense because I’m mildly fucked up.
- I don’t want the weight on my driver’s license to be a lie anymore
- If I go missing, and they have to put my weight on a missing person poster, I don’t want to be ashamed
- When I have to get on the scale at a doctor’s office, it’s no fun to have them think you weigh less than you do and then they have to move that black box up to the next range and I know what you’re thinking, nurse.
- I’m too broke to buy more fat clothes but I have plenty of smaller ones. Free clothes shopping is where it’s at.
- When I say I ate my weight in something, I’d like to not feel like I just said I ate the equivalent of an elephant
- If I keep gaining and my husband keeps losing, I might wind up weighing more than he does. He’s 6″1′. I’m 5″3′. That can’t happen.
- I want to go parasailing but I won’t because I have to tell them how much I weigh.
- Do you ever stand next to someone and feel like two of them equal one of you? Me, too.
- I might want to get on a seesaw one day.
- My 20 year high school reunion is in May. There’s still a 1% chance I might go.
How about you guys? Are you trying to lose weight? What are some of your reasons for it?
P.S. Does anyone remember the episode of Mad Men when Betty called it “reducing”? I’m not sure how I feel about referring to it like that although it makes total sense but I’m glad we’re not living in the 60s and that’s what it’s normally called because that would make me feel even worse.