It's hard for me to explain but this time when I started I knew this was the final time. That was about 8 months ago and I've lost 65lbs of 120lbs so far.
My gut instinct about it was right and I don't know how to explain it.
The best way I can put it is that my mind instantly flipped some switch. I was so tired of being fat and so tired of missing out on life in all the different ways I was.
Sure, I wanted to eat some junk food here and there. I wanted to go over my limit for a second serving. But it was incredibly easy to just push those thoughts away because the image of continuing to live the life I was currently living was horrific. It was just such a bad outcome that my mind didn't even consider it an option.
You know how sometimes someone is being an asshole to you and you just want to strangle them? But obviously you don't because getting physical would be extremely detrimental to your life. (Especially if you ACTUALLY strangled someone lol.) My mind basically saw eating junk the same way. Yeah, I feel this certain way right now, but if I actually went through with it I would be on the path to living in hell.
I don't know. It's interesting to me how my mind just reached a breaking point and decided that we can't do this anymore. From that moment on it was a lot easier than I thought it'd be. Because my mind literally believed that failure is not an option. It instantly became Area 51 on a complete lockdown and the use of lethal force was authorized. Any trespassing thoughts of eating 4 zebra cakes and a lasagna were immediately executed on sight.
I'm just curious if anyone else felt this instantaneous switch one day where you knew that this part of your life was over and that failure was not an option.
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