When we would take a trip to my Grandmother's house in southern Indiana my Dad would get really tired of hearing, "Are we there yet?" or "How much longer?" or "How many more towns do we have to go through?" When we got to "Grandma's little road" we called it we were so very excited because Grandma was the best. The goal was Grandma's house.
We didn't get part way there and decide we were tired of the trip and quit.
Our trip to goal weight and beyond never ends. There is no finish line. In fact, the closer we get to Grandma's house (our goal) the harder it seems. We were straining to see Grandma's house and the closer we got the more excited we became. We didn't get out and start walking. We wanted to go faster.
Those last few pounds are the hardest because they matter the least. We are wearing nice clothes, people are telling us it's time to quit or we will be too skinny or get sick or some other tragedy will befall us, and we are getting a little tired of it anyway.
When we got to Grandma's house we didn't turn around and go back home either. We had arrived and it was great. We didn't ever want to leave. We don't ever want to go back to weighing over 200 or 300 pounds either.
Let's treat our goal like Grandma's house. We loved being there and we didn't ever want to leave.