FOGS

Not only do I have FOMO (Fear Of Missing Out), but I now have something new: FOGS (Fear Of Getting Stuck). A few weeks ago, my health educator, Meghan, told me that at the weight I am currently and this point in the weight-loss stage, I should be losing one pound a week. Up until that point, I still had some 3 pound weight-loss weeks. Well the weight-loss has started to slow down a bit. I have started to have FOGS in the last couple of weeks. In the past when I have tried to lose weight, when I have hit a plateau or started to slow down, I got stuck then ultimately and slowly would give up and then gain the weight back (and until this last time, I gained more). I DO NOT want to get stuck again! Also I have 45 pounds to go and I "should" be losing 1 pound a week. Dear sweet Jesus, I do not want to be on this program for another 45 weeks! I DO NOT want to be eating nothing but shakes and entrees for another 45 weeks. Just out of curiosity, I just looked up when 45 weeks from now would be and that is the week of Thanksgiving! Are you kidding? No thank you! I started this program on September 21st and I would love to drop all the weight within a year of starting this program. I am determined!

This journey really has been an emotionally hard one, like I said in a post a few posts ago. My family has been great encourages in this process. I also have some dear friends who have been super encouraging in this process as well. Kory and Sara have been amazing. Not only that, but Sara, another friend named Sarah, and I have been intentional about living life together over the last several weeks. They have been amazing. They have allowed me to have rants on little things that should not be a big deal, but just feel hard, and they have been so great with encouraging me in this process. It has been SO great to live life together and encourage each other. They have been so great with my FOGS!

Today I was planning on having a light work out day, but in order to avoid FOGS, I decided to strap on my shoes and see how far I could run without stopping. It was a hard task, but I ran three miles without stopping! I can only think of one other time in my whole life where I ran three miles without stopping. I am proud of myself! Now keep in mind, my time was really slow, but I freaking ran three miles without stopping today! Heck yeah!

Thanks for the encouragement everyone! Keep it coming!

All in.