His Royal Highness, Bob Greene (you know, Oprah's Bob) said on Oprah's show a couple weeks ago that the problem with goal weights is that (a) you either never reach them or (b) when you DO reach them, you don't get the love/acceptance/accolades/new job/whatever you were looking for.
So I'm thinking and thinking and thinking about this. My goal weight (that I have not seen in six years) is 112--easily 15 pounds lighter than I am at the moment. I know I could hit it in six to seven dedicated weeks. I've known that for a year. Every so often I say to myself, "This is it! This will be the six-week hard-core flat-out period!" and I will get it done, for once and for all.
But--there it is, and it's so obvious that I want to slap myself on the forehead. There is no once and for all. When I was at 112, I didn't get a pass on sweating. I didn't get to stock my fridge with cheesecake and wine and go gallivanting to Monte Carlo on an all-you-can-eat cruise. I know it, I preach it, I teach it.
But we "fitness pros" are no different from you "civilians." Our bodies follow the same energy principles. Our minds play the same head games (and often more--many people come into this field because they know first-hand the crises excess weight can create). Once again, it's time for me to get over my "once and for all" thinking and move on. Literally.
What about you? What is the fantasy you need to acknowledge about your goal weight?