The danger of finally losing weight and actually reaching your goal, thereby fitting into all your old "thin clothes," feeling great, looking better, and brimming with excitement over your achievement is that it will be very short-lived, replaced by eating whatever you want because now you can, and soon enough getting back into those "fat clothes" you fortunately did not give away, knowing this would happen. So then you start the process again, and maybe again, and there you are, tubby once more.
The trick is to reach your goal but not feel overly confident, in fact not feel good about yourself at all, and remain your own harshest critic, thus continuing to abstain from overeating and most especially those holiday cookies for no reason other than they are sitting there. Yesterday I grabbed a couple of those at the post office and they turned out to taste particularly bad, despite being cheerily decorated for the season. I tossed them out my car window on the way home, feeling remorse for the squirrel who would likely seize upon them excitedly and also find them lacking.
Right now I am at the bottom but starting back up again, yo-yo-eating-wise, and this post is my own wake-up call. I made it public because I am betting I am not alone. So Merry Christmas to all, and may your best gift be the one you give to yourself by not shoving food mindlessly down your one and only gullet.
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