I’m down 52 pounds since last year, but I’ve been hovering between 179 and 183 since early March. The weird part isn’t the flat line; it’s the guilt when people tell me I should be happy with my body now. I am.
I also want to keep going and see if I can get under 175. Those ideas don’t cancel out. Yesterday I hit a 5k walk without stopping, felt genuinely strong, then stepped on the scale and got irrationally annoyed at the same number.
How do you hold both gratitude and the wish to keep going without feeling like a traitor to your own body?