Here’s a perspective that might help….
A woman was in the hospital quite upset. Her doctor came into the room and asked why since her surgery had gone quite well. She replied, “Nothing is right in my life, nothing is the way I want it to be.” “Like what?” he asked. “My weight,” She replied. “I’m just so fat.” The doctor replied, “No you aren’t.” Crying now she replied, “How can you say that to me. Look at me!” The doctor turned to her and replied. “You're at the weight you want to be, otherwise you'd do something about it.”
I'm under a doctor's care for my weight loss. On February 20, I have an appointment with my doc to weigh in and present my diet log. On that day I don't want to stand before her and have to admit I failed…because in this case....failure or success is entirely my choice. I want to have enough respect for myself to be able to say and to prove, I chose success....jsrye