Last year I was trying to deal with the fact that I had put on 10 pounds I couldn't get rid of. I fought and got really depressed but in the end decided that I shouldn't obsess over a number so I figured I should just bite the bullet and buy a size up. All was well as I tried to get comfortable with a mushy me.
Then I got home from Christmas this year only to see that I had once again put on 7 pounds over that year as well. VERY not cool. I, being the super cheap person I am refused to buy yet another size up. Plus I was gross. Thus began my new calorie counting working out regime. Part of me was hoping it wouldn't work. That I really couldn't help it and there was nothing I could do. Alas, it worked. Well, so far. I have lost 10.5 pounds and then stalled. I am just pushing on in hopes that I keep losing but I do feel stronger.
It has me wondering though. If I have to work this hard to get the weight off do I really want to live to maintain that? Not likely but we'll see. I am hoping once we get to a place where I can be more generally active it wont be so hard.