So it happened. Weight loss has come to a screeching halt. I am still doing the same things I was doing before, only the weight is not coming off.
Here's the plan. I will continue to do what I have been doing. I will not give up. I continue to exercise. I will continue to eat less. I will be more vigilant of mindless snacking.
The exercise will be great, because even if I don't lose weight, I will continue to improve my body's shape, not to mention improve my physical condition.
I am kind of scared to share this because I really don't want people to start telling me to do this or that. Seems like everyone is an expert. I am the one who has to live with my decisions and my choices, long-term. I have to remember that I got this far. 22 pounds lost. I will break through this and I will continue to lose weight and get fitter.
I think of other people who are fighting battles similar to mine, but harder, like drug addiction and alcoholism. It seems like you never get to a point where there is no battle. Everyday is a struggle in this area and every defeat feels like failure. I have not failed, even though I see no advance in the battle. Every time I don't give in to temptation is a victory, even if I don't get approval from the scale.