Losing Weight

This is a difficult thing to write about. Throughout the month of May I firmly psyched myself up to start a new eating regimen on the first of June. I have not approached weight loss this seriously in many years - perhaps not since I started taking Phen-Fen in 1996 - and then it was psyching myself up to take the drugs, and the drugs did the work. I did my first weigh-in today and I have lost just over 6 pounds in the last week. I know that the first week is certainly the "best", but I do find this astounding. Surely, I am doing something right? (Which, in turn, suggests I was doing things "wrong" before, which is an idea for which I have little emotional tolerance.)

Talking about this whole thing is so terribly difficult. Saying that one has successfully begun to lose weight seems opening up a whole basket of cuttlefish for not continuing to lose, not being successful in the long run, getting discouraged and quitting, and who knows what else. It makes me feel very vulnerable rather than triumphant. I don't think I want to chronicle this on FB, but LJ seems a better venue. I am hopeful but scared.