I'm cruising at 1.4# below my LIW. I'm hoping to continue to sink down to my fighting weight of 2-3# below. But with my sordid weight and weight loss history, this I'll take with a smile and unbelievable amount of gratitude.
My Mermaid friend asked me if I planned on doing the diet in a year and losing more then. Yes, that's *my* plan. But I've accepted (I guess) that I truly have little control over what my body does in regards to weight. If it pans out, that's ok with me. If I can continue to hold this weight, then do another (hopefully) 20# loss next winter, lather, rinse, and repeat, eventually I'd be where I want to be.
Ideally, the doctors will figure out what my root problem is and fix it; then my weight would go away on its own because I truly have a healthy, low calorie diet. I eat a lot less than most people and am still...full figured, which sucks and is lame and wrong.
But I can only do what I can do. I'm proud of what I've done with effort, willpower, and frankly, suffering. Sadly, the world sees and recognizes the result. All the pats on the back went away when I gained a bunch back. They couldn't see that I was still following the diet like a religious nut, that it was truly out of my control (and it's happened many times).
But for now, life is good. I can live with this weight. I wish I could eat more, but for now, this is the best I can do. And that has to be enough.
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