I hit my target weight today. There was much rejoicing after I got weighed.
Until I had two thoughts:
1) Maybe the initial goal I set needs to be adjusted downwards – in which case I have about 1kg to go.
2) Oh my god, now I have to maintain this weight and that means being conscious of what and how much I eat for ever and ever.
I’m very proud of myself, of course. I’ve been dedicated and focused and as a result I was able to lose the weight pretty quickly once I decided I was going to. I’ve bought new clothes and devised a new style for myself, I have a nice haircut, and generally look as though someone loves me and cares about me, after a couple of years of looking more down-at-heel than I would like.
But working hard for a finite amount of time to achieve a very specific goal, and maintaining nutritional discipline in perpetuity are quite different things. I’ll have to get my head around the idea of “flexible restraint” – giving myself enough flexibility to enjoy meals out and treats while also being disciplined enough not to down a packet of potato chips every time I get bored or sad.