I hate losing weight. Well, of course I like losing weight. I’m just sick and tired of having to focus on it all the time. I’ve been at this for almost a year and a half. And I’ve lost more than 100 pounds. Yeah. That’s pretty sweet. It’s been a lot of hard work, and I’ve earned every single one of those pounds. But, really, I’m needing a break.
I don’t want to count my exact daily calories anymore. I don’t want to wonder what the scale’s going to tell me every Wednesday morning — especially since I don’t put that much weight in it anyway. Something that changes based on how much water you drank the day before isn’t really an accurate measure of your overall health.
I mean, I have strong arms, muscular calves, increased endurance and I can run whatever distance I want, as long as I’m prepared. I’ve gained confidence and pride, strength and drive. And I can call myself a runner. When I look in the mirror, I (for the most part) like who I see staring back at me. According to my doctor, I am “the picture of health.” Plus, I’m wearing clothes in sizes and styles I never dreamed I’d be able to wear. I. Am. Happy.
Do I want to lose these last eight pounds? You’re darn tootin’ I do. But I want to do it differently. I want to do it without focusing on the scale. I want to do it by eating healthful foods mindfully. I want to do it by trying new things. And experiencing life. And training for marathons. I want to do it by living.
So, that’s why you’ll see no more weigh-in reports from me — at least for now. My goals aren’t changing. My desire to be healthy, happy and fit isn’t moving. I just need to find a new path for right now.