I just have to say: I've lost 30 pounds! Does this mean I get to wax eloquent about my eating and publish a book of recipes? HA! The truth is, it has taken me almost eighteen months to loose those 30 pounds, and while that may seem like forever, here's my perspective:
I find that I don't care one BIT that it took me eighteen months to loose this much weight, NOW that it's gone...I think I"ve finally hit my groove and I know what needs to be done permanently to get to goal, and I'll get there when I get there, and probably faster than the first thirty came off, but slower than I think it should. Life happens, you know. But if it takes another 18 months...or longer, that's OK, too, because the time will pass, regardless of whether I loose quickly or slowly. One way or another, eighteen months from now, I'll most likely be at my goal. The question is, will I be just arriving, or will I have stayed there for a while?
I find that it does not matter. So, I'm not worrying about it.
But, in the name of of all that is "sane living and permanent lifestyle changes", I must strap on my sneakers and go for a walk.