I have already learned many things. I mean, when you really think about
it, fat, thin, whichever, life is _really_ about learning. Learning
about the world and learning about yourself. There are things I know
which I wouldn't have known if I'd never been fat, things I know which I
wouldn't have known if I never tried to lose weight, and things I
learned only because I regained.
Now I'm learning a whole new set of things that go with having been fat,
having lost, having regained, and having relost and being in the process
of losing more. I've learned it's hard to change, until you do it.
I've learned it's even harder to maintain changes, especially if your
old way of being gave you some sort of payoff and you don't learn a new
way to get whatever it is you need in your new way of being.
It's sort of like having a horrible job, and deciding to quit, but not
thinking about how you're going to pay the rent without a job. I've
also learned about myself, that some things are easier for me to stick
with than others. I thought in the beginning that the diet would be the
easy part, and the exercise the hard part, but it turns out it's the
other way around.
The low-carb part is easy, but the eating less part isn't. Even with my
failures and setbacks, there are some changes that have been permanent.
Foods I thought I could never live without, I can't even imagine eating
again. If I succeed at nothing else, I'm sure I'm healthier not
consisting on kraft macaroni and cheese, ramen noodles, chips, and
candy. I'm sure I'm healthier as a regular exerciser, even if it
doesn't result in any more weight loss. I'm sure I'm healthier as a
low-carber, and the biggest improvement in my opinion is that I no
longer have daily mood swings and crippling depression, which I'm almost
positive was caused by excessive carbohydrate intake. All in all I
don't consider myself a failure, since I've got a net improvement in my
quality of life and health. Nor do I consider myself done, since there
is always room for improvement. Even after I reach my goal weight, I
won't be done, there will always be ways to improve myself and my life,
and there will always be new things to learn.
So you see, it's really hard for me to feel bad about not reaching my
goal yet, even if you think I should. As long as I'm working on it and
making progress, I see no point in bemoaning the fact that I'm not done.
What's the point? What's the point in living in sorrow for what you
don't have? Then you'll never be happy, because there's always another
level.
In article <[email hidden]>,
JC Der Koenig said:So it's an open question on whether you'll be able to ever reach your goal,
or even make some positive progress more then you've already made. Maybe
you'll learn something from the experience. Or not.
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You take stupid to a new level. -- MFW
"Luna" <[email hidden]> wrote in message
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Quoted message said:I'm not in a stall. I am losing what I regained.
In article <[email hidden]>,
JC Der Koenig said:Have you broken through your stall yet?
