I've weighed myself three times (including today) in the past month. I've lost 5 pounds without being weight-focused.
But with that news this morning came the emotional thrashing about in its many guises:
--the calculating ("Well, if I do have a goal weight, should I have a goal date? A year? Hmm...can I get there faster? How fast?" and so on);
--the fantasizing ("My stomach will be so much smaller");
--the other-directedness ("Should I take some 'Before' pictures now so people can see my progress? Should I show my face?"); and, finally...
--the eating: all clean, but lots of it, heedless eating, unpresent eating.
I must have scared myself somehow, because all this was surely bells of alarm.
So now--maybe I'll just coast in the land of no-change, no decision, for a while. Yes, I'll do that.