Or, as Franklin's friend Winston Churchill said: "Never, never, never, never give up."
Since I've seen myself as overweight since I was 11, and I'm still trying to get to what I consider a normal size, I guess I've been following the advice of both Roosevelt and Churchill for most of my life.
That's both bad and good. Bad because I tend to feel like I'm on a hamster wheel (or a treadmill, when it doesn't quit on me!), working really hard but not actually getting anywhere. I try not to let those thoughts enter my pretty little head too often, but when I'm trying on jeans – as I was yesterday – it's easy and comfortable to fall into those negative thoughts.
The good is that I continue to persevere. What drives me is that I've been thin before. I was younger, of course, and I was also an insane gym rat, but I know deep inside that the possibility of a normal body is still there.
And if what I'm doing now isn't working (and it isn't), it's time to start anew. You know what? January One is nearly here. Three weeks is soon enough. I'm not going to go crazy in the next three weeks, as I don't want to pile on even more that I eventually will get rid of. But I am going to enjoy the holidays and not focus too much on any kind of Plan.
At least that's how I feel right now. It's early, I didn't sleep well and my thinking could be clouded. Heh.