masi61

Us dedicated, albeit frustrated Athenas & Clydes are all here trying to NOT be a member of this particular sub-forum. Yet here we are.

Which got me thinking: I notice that as I alternate between being sedentary and getting back on track (with both exercise and diet), there is always this period of at the beginning of getting back on the horse that is particularly trying. Which prompted me to consider: my query for this post - a comparison of what the essence of trying desperately to get results is. More of the beginning of the bell curve. That awkward place where you’re putting in your minutes and know you’re giving it your all, but your stubborn metabolism has yet to reward you with reduced weight or better fitting clothes.

So I’ll nibble on my own qustion: Being more than ready to drop weight is a lot like...having a full gas tank, filling your tank to the max and being in that no-man’s Land for the first 50-75miles or so knowing you’re burning fuel yet your fuel gauge stays pegged on full.

I know that other’s have much worldly experience of this process. please share your metaphor/analogy of similar experiences! I know for myself, there have been times in the past that I got rewarded with minimal to no results & then it’s like I just burned off the last of some fat reserves & suddenly the scale begins moving in the right direction.

Milton Keynes

I think spinning your wheels but not going anywhere is a good metaphor.

Luckily I'm on my way to losing the 10 lbs. I put on over the holidays, so I don't completely feel like I'm just spinning my wheels. But I do have to make up some lost ground.