I Hit My Goal Weight. I Wasn't Happy.

134 pounds. The number I'd written in my phone notes for two years. I stepped off the scale and waited for relief. For that movie moment where everything clicks into place. Instead, I stood in my underwear, staring at my reflection, feeling exactly the same. The jeans fit. My collarbone showed. People said I looked great. But I still checked the mirror from three angles every morning, still held my breath when I sat down, still counted backwards from dinner to bedtime. I thought hitting my goal would fix the voice in my head. Turns out, she just found new things to worry about. Maintaining feels harder than losing ever did. At least then I had somewhere to go. #NotJustAboutTheScale #MaintenanceMode #BodyCheckChronicles #Health #Diet