There is no magic number

What I am about to write might not be too popular. It certainly doesn’t go with the trends of weight loss blogging and it certainly might not be viewed in the most positive light. But it is real. And if I am nothing else on this journey, I am real. So with that little caveat in place, here we go.

Losing weight sucks. There. I said it. Now, I just want to clarify. I am not talking about the actual process of weight loss. Because, well duh, we all know that saying no to doughnuts and icecream is not on everyones “fun to-do” list. What I am talking about that moment when you stand on the scales and see the goal number, or you finally fit the pair of jeans that you haven’t worn in over three years. I am talking about that moment when you realise you have lost the weight. And then you quickly, and abruptly realise that nothing else has changed. I am no where near the end of this journey. I don't even know what 'the end' looks like for me, but I have lost some weight since the start, and I am constantly wondering what I can do to get myself to that point.