My weight loss habits went on hiatus the day I left on my vacation (August 18), and have been slow to come back.
I've spent the twenty days since my return home experimenting with "natural eating"--which is to say, eating without tracking--and the best I can say for it is that the weight I've lost isn't coming back on very quickly. I feel like I'm on the edge of a cliff and about to fall. It's too scary.
The break did me good. It bled some of the pressure out of the system, and I'm no longer so fixated on achieving a certain goal weight by a certain date. I now have an idea of what maintenance will feel like, and I've come to the realization that my original goal weight was too low by at least twenty pounds.
So, though the break was worth taking, I feel better returning to counting calories and recording my weight every morning, and generally wrapping myself back up in the safe blanket of the plan I committed to almost a year ago.
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