Cerulean
Silver Member
I've updated my blog about the wonderful things I felt today...but I just wanted to say that after two slow weeks, the weight appears to be just slipping away from me...and I feel like a genuinely slim person.
I've found out that someone has started LL because of me - I feel honoured and flattered by that, actually.
I know that it's different for everyone - but maybe - somewhat unexpectedly, it's my time to move to management. I suppose it would be cool to do one more week next week and take it up to the full half year/6 months (I work with accountants so I like things balancing!)
Part of me also wants to do the 200 days - but to be honest - I think I'm ready. I didn't think I would know in this way - really I didn't - but this isn't a begging, pleading voice in my head nagging at me to start management so that I can eat something - it's a quiet, gentle 'I think I'm ready. I know I'm ready - I don't think I truly realise quite how slim I really am'
And, rather than changing the regime as the result of a number, I think I'd like to acknowledge that that adult, reasoning voice is the me I am going to be listening to from now on.
My counsellor is quite hardline about management when you're well inside your healthy BMI, but before she went away she did mention that I might be on management before she came back and I laughed because I knew I was probably not going to hit 24.9 until her first week back. But she was sort of telling me that she knew I was ready, I think.
I've found out that someone has started LL because of me - I feel honoured and flattered by that, actually.
I know that it's different for everyone - but maybe - somewhat unexpectedly, it's my time to move to management. I suppose it would be cool to do one more week next week and take it up to the full half year/6 months (I work with accountants so I like things balancing!)
Part of me also wants to do the 200 days - but to be honest - I think I'm ready. I didn't think I would know in this way - really I didn't - but this isn't a begging, pleading voice in my head nagging at me to start management so that I can eat something - it's a quiet, gentle 'I think I'm ready. I know I'm ready - I don't think I truly realise quite how slim I really am'
And, rather than changing the regime as the result of a number, I think I'd like to acknowledge that that adult, reasoning voice is the me I am going to be listening to from now on.
My counsellor is quite hardline about management when you're well inside your healthy BMI, but before she went away she did mention that I might be on management before she came back and I laughed because I knew I was probably not going to hit 24.9 until her first week back. But she was sort of telling me that she knew I was ready, I think.