One more step is required.
In 2014 I lost 56 pounds. I went on to lose 10 more beyond my goal after that.
It was intentional and methodical.
After reaching that goal, occasional lapses (Hello, Thanksgiving) would be met with “oh well, I know how to do this”, and the holiday weight would eventually come off.
And then: pandemic.
Recent studies report that on average we’ve gained two pounds per month of the pandemic.
In the roughly 14 months since the pandemic began, I find myself 28 pounds heavier than I want to be.
Oh well. I know how to do this.
Except … I’ve been saying that for 14 months. Frequently. At each little stairstep along the way (or along the weigh). And yet — here I am. +28.
I recently ran across an article listing “reach your goal weight” as one of eight things you don’t need to do anymore. Cut yourself some slack.
I get that. I really do. I could be obsessing over, and getting deeply depressed over, my increased attractiveness. I’m not. I’m healthy — which is awesome, all things considered — and doing well.
So rather than calling it something I don’t need to do, I’ll change that to say it’s not something I need to obsess over, as I choose to try anyway.
Which leads me to the point: I know how to do this. I really do. I’ve done it before.
But that’s not enough.
Knowing isn’t enough. You have to do.