I’m starting to think staying in this for the the long haul IS the end goal…

Even a year or two ago I had this image in my head of one day being “there” - at goal, done with the hard part.  I’m now realizing it’ll never be done.  Hanging in there day after day after day IS the hard part.

But I’m not someone with a specific pound goal in mind.  I see on others’ blogs that I’m in the minority.

It’s not that I don’t envision success, but maybe I define it differently.  I suppose partly because I’ve never been thin, so I don’t know what that means, I don’t have a weight I’m trying to go back to.  For a long time I wanted to weigh 135, because that’s what my sister weighs and we’re about the same height.

I know what size I want to be (second to the top or smaller in regular stores here in France, so about a US size 10), and I know how I’m willing to live my life (it does not involve hours in the gym or meticulous dieting).  I’m hoping I can  end up at the size I want with the effort I want.  I’m willing for it to take a while to get there, too.  No overnight miracles needed here…