(And why is there always a big "But" that rears her ugly head in weight loss stories?)
Once I got a little comfortable, my motivation began to wane. Actually, it disappeared into complacency. Resulting in a huge plateau.
I've been hovering at the same point on my scale for the past month. But I haven't seemed to care...at least enough to actually curtail what I'm eating and or exercise more than once or twice a week. I guess there's something about the weight I am that triggers something in my brain.
"Oh, you've been here before...it's a 'good' weight...perhaps not exactly where you want to be...but that would require A LOT more work and isn't it just easier to coast by where you're at?"
Please tell me I'm not alone about these thoughts. You all have had them, right?
After reading my friend's post last night, I was convicted with a new sense of motivation (perhaps not quite as strong as my original desire, but motivation none-the-less).
If I want to reach my ideal goal weight. I. Must. Do. Something. About. It.
I WILL attain my goal, despite the hurdles I present for myself.
There are no shortcuts or quick fixes. Just plain hard work. Burn more calories than you consume. Period. End of story.