Unchartered Territory

From March of 2008 through June of 2012 I lost 95 lbs. Sloooowly. And like a yo-yo. Lose 10, gain 3, lose 10 more, gain 5... I tried this eating plan and that eating plan and crawled my way to that loss. That weight was still at least 72 lbs heavier than I need to be, btw. That wasn't supposed to be the end of that weight loss journey.

But it was.

I stayed that weight for just a few weeks before starting to gain again. By the end of December of 2012 I had gained back 30 lbs. From then through the end of 2017 I gained 50+ more. I ended up gaining almost all of it back.

So this year I decided I was on a mission. I've lost 74 lbs so far. Just this year. I am only 4 lbs away from the halfway mark in the journey to my weight loss goal. (I won't be finished then, because I have a fat % goal after I get there. Anyway...) I'm really excited about being here. But I'm also really scared. Why?

I am less than 10 lbs away from hitting that weight I was in June of 2012. The weight that marked the end of losing and the beginning of gaining back. And that scares me. 10 more lbs and I'll be smaller than I've ever been in my adult/post-childbirth life. Why did I never make it past that point? Will I do it this time? I