I lost a bit of weight a few years ago and for the most part maintaining has been going great with just intuitive eating. About 2-3 months after I went into maintenance I cleaned out my closet, which was heartbreaking. I’ve loved clothes regardless of my size and on top of that I’m prone to spending a good amount if I’m particularly smitten. I gave as much as I could to my mom and friends but ultimately most ended up donated, probably a used compact car’s worth. My mom tried to convince me to keep some things “in case” but I was firm about not leaving myself the option to regain. And guess what! I put on some jeans without any stretch to them yesterday and they are toight because I’ve been indulging in a lot of Harry and David’s treats. So as of today I’m right back to measuring and tracking again, because either I get my shit together now or in a month I’m going to be “sweatpants are all that fit me right now”
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