Losing weight is a bleak process. There is nothing positive in terms of actual performance. In other words, it feels like it's all about losing something, rather than adding to it. Weight loss is about caloric deficiency and as such it means restriction of diet. A contraction of menu which is about eliminating enjoyable, endorphin rich foods from the diet towards an austere, less exciting menu. That reality is confrontational and sobering to contemplate.
Sobering because it requires a radical mental adjustment to the consumption of food and perilously, actually adopting those practices. There is nothing enjoyable about that. The usual practice is to contemplate what becomes possible after successfully adjusting your diet and meeting weight loss goals.
Sounds great but what if you get too far ahead of yourself and instead of keeping your feet grounded you get seduced by the fantasy of "after" and lose focus. I find that for myself, I tend to fail in dietary efforts because I focus far too much on life after attainment. I have been very careful to ensure that I keep my expectations both attainable and based in the short term.
I am more likely to get good results by taking things one day at a time and trusting that days will grow into weeks and weeks become months. Cognitively, I know that the only way to achieve success is to adopt this mantra. It's hard. Hard to actively engage in a process that will likely take months to achieve and involve hunger on a daily, sometimes hourly basis.
It feels like an ethereal goal to adopt with meaningful intent and a difficult endeavor for the normal to conceptualize. I don't need affirmation from normals nor do I need their well meaning platitudes or impassioned pleas to simply do it.
For the record, I am grateful for the support but please do not engage in an exercise of mental and corporeal transplantation. It's hard enough living in my own head and skin without the mental luggage of another to contend with.