Jen, at Prior Fat Girl, recently posted a beautiful post about people's fears regarding losing weight. As I wrote a novel of a comment about my own fears it occurred to me that I should write them here instead. Sharing makes me accountable, and some how bringing fears into the sunlight can help me wrap my mind around what keeps me from making progress. After all, when it comes to weight loss my progress speed can best be described as glacial. So here are my weight loss fears. Would you like to share yours?
I am afraid.
I'm afraid I'll never get my act together and lose the weight.
I'm afraid of stepping on the scale, the heartache of failure, the slowness of progress.
I'm afraid of being tripped up by myself, or special events, or the simplicity of processed accessible, cheap foods.
I'm afraid that if I do manage to lose weight I'll gain it all back.
I'm afraid of the example I set for my son.
I'm afraid that I'll always be messed up and have neurotic food issues even if I do lose weight.
I'm afraid I'll never get to have birthday cake, ice cream, or dessert again.
I'm afraid of hormones and emotional eating.
I'm afraid of the slippery slope, the plateau, the judgment.
I am afraid of the 1 mile run.
I am afraid of chicken, never ending chicken.
I'm afraid of sodium and High Fructose Corn Syrup.
I'm afraid of always being "fat" even if I find a way to be skinny.
I'm afraid of the cost.
I'm afraid of finding the time and the energy.
I'm afraid of being derailed by colds, work, and real life.
I'm afraid of staying the same and afraid of changing.
But mostly... I am afraid of doing nothing because of my fears.