Where are you? Feel like giving up?

I was thinking today about those people who joined back in January. There have been a lot of new friend requests that I have accepted that I no longer see posts from. I get it. Some people just don't have the motivation to do this. BUT, what if they stuck with it?

I began my MFP journey on August 20th, 2010. Now I gave up the scale and the measuring tape for Lent, so at the moment I have NO idea where I am (and yes, it's frustrating). However, as of Ash Wednesday (for those of you who don't know, that means March 9th) I was down 56 lbs. That's 56 lbs in 7 months. Its a little at a time, but CONSISTENTLY coming off.

At the rate I lost weight (56 lbs in 25 weeks - that's 2.24 lbs per week) from my start date to Ash Wednesday, if those people who joined January first were still here, , and lost weight at the same rate as I have, they would have lost 33.6 lbs by now. I wonder how many of those people who quit would have reached their goals already?

It's frustrating to think like this. I genuinely care about people, and I want to see them succeed. I want to see them meet their goals. When I accept a friend request, I accept it because I WANT to help them. Now this is not a judgment or a rant, it's just a state of being.

I wish people would tell me they're quitting. I'd try to talk them out of it. I wish people would tell me when they're having difficulty... I would help them through it. Honestly if I can lose 56 lbs in 25 weeks, without killing myself, without surgery, and without starving myself, So can you.

There are days when it's really hard. I know. Like yesterday when I broke my laptop that just had fixed a month ago. I wanted to eat. It was an accident, but I was so pissed off at myself that I wanted to just pig out and punish myself. You know what I did instead? I went for a walk. Then I went to the mall and bought a birthday gift for my sister, and stopped at the Furry Babies store to play with the puppies. Then I went to Lowe's and did some window shopping for my dream kitchen (that will probably never happen). I got my mind off it, and went on about my day. By the time I got home, I didn't want to punish myself anymore.

I just want everyone who reads this to know that it's not that hard. It's not that bad. You CAN love yourself. You CAN reach your goals. If I can do it, everyone can. And I'm convinced that I can!