Losing my identity.
I think this is the feeling I feel when I lose weight. I've gone down and then back up again. I have barriers and blocks that stop me. It's all a mental game that I am playing with myself. I really don't want o play this game. It's no fun.
When I see photos of people who lose a lot of weight I'm inspired and the comparison (before/after) are amazing!
I love it when I can feel my legs or my arms get smaller but then I can look at photos and think but a piece of me is missing. I won't be the same. I've had these feelings before, they are fleeting but they come back. It's weird thing to think. I want these pounds gone, I want the freedom.
Slowly, painstakingly slow is the way it goes for this reason.