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Does anyone remember the Grimm's fairy tale Rumpelstiltskin? It was the one about the miller's daughter who who had to spin the hay into gold "or else"? They locked her in the room and she cried all night because she had no clue how to do it. A little troll came in and said he'd do it if she gave him her first born. She was like, "Sure, why not!" So she promised, and he did it and she married the king. Later, she had to guess his name, so she wouldn't have to give up her child, but I digress.
The point is, sometimes I feel like the miller's daughter from Rumpelstiltskin. When I set off to do something, just lock me in the damn tower and come back the next morning. Don't ask me how I spun the hay into gold. Don't ask me if it cost me my first born. Don't micromanage, don't ask me to "show my work". You want it done? Tell me what to do, how long I have, then leave me alone.
Weight loss feels that way. I'm doing what I have to do. Very little of it is pretty. The writing down of every single bite. Resisting temptation at every turn. Sometimes I cry or punch my pillow. Sometimes I get hungry and I KNOW it's in my head! I know I just ate and I cannot possibly be hungry. When I think about the ways I cope and the things I do to get through each day, I think about Rumpelstiltskin: Hay into gold. That's all that matters. Cross the finish line. Get there. Who cares how. Cry, punch pillows, write your journal, punch the bag at the gym, get pissed off, whine, complain, do what you gotta do, but get it done.
Does anyone else feel like the miller's daughter? Do you sometimes feel like others in your life (with the possible exception of those of us here on FS) have NO IDEA what it takes for you to lose weight? If so, please share so I don't feel like the only one locked in to tower sitting in the middle of a pile of itchy hay.
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