I just had a revelation. I think.
It's not profound. But it feels like a shift in my head.
I've been sitting around the same 60-65 off for a couple months now. It's a comfortable weight. I kind of like being here. I don't feel like I stand out. I don't look unhealthy. I eat my vegetables.
But I've also been indulging (as you've been hearing all about). Not being strict. Eating more than I should. Eating a large quantity of sweets when I used to be satisfied with a bite.
Just sitting here this morning though I thought to myself. Hey Anna. Let's lose this next 10lbs.
As I edge toward my goal I know that I'm going to be done losing soon. I am not sure how much I want gone, but I'm pretty sure I want at least 10 more down.
And let's do it, shall we? I know how. I know why I'm not. And I think I'm ready to say goodbye to the last of it.