It's kind of odd. I'm not used to seeing this body attached to me. I'm actually in disbelief. I wanted to be at this weight a month ago but what's another month in the scheme of things?
Not much, but what I wasn't expecting was my reaction to the additional weight loss. I'm totally happy with the it but what I wasn't expecting was the anxiety to return.
The sane, logical side of me knows what's going on. I'm stressed and therefore freaking out about ridiculous things. I have no workout schedule. I'm barely hanging onto my diet. My kids are growing up without me it seems. In short, I feel disconnected and its screwing with my balance. Hate doesn't even begin to describe the distaste I have for this phenom right now.
The emotional, psycho side of me wants to curl up in a ball with my family, the tv, chocolate, coffee, nachos, fuzzy slippers, and a blanket big enough for all of us and never move again. Cause that's totally plausible. *eye roll*
Sigh. I need to get my head screwed on straight. I need to charge forward like I *always* do. I need to find my way.
Anyone have a map?
Congrats Heather! You are doing great! And you are still one of the most hands-on moms I know despite your always hectic schedule. You have done a wonderful job in your endeavors and I know you can do anything else you put your mind to! Enjoy your win!
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