First, you think you have and understand the parts, so you begin an it becomes obvious failure is going to result. But, you don't give up.
Second, you look for the instructions and as you see a little booklet you rejoice, THAT'S IT! This is going to be a sinch.
Third, you realize the instructions are in another language, so you need to figure out how to translate the instructions, although you were already pretty sure you knew how to assemble this and this seems like a huge side-track.
Next, you decide it is worth it to kniw what the instructions are, but you find a similar item and it's directions in English. Surely, you have enough information to extrapolate and figure this out!
Finally, it seems to be coming together nicely, no one will ever even kniw of the struggle you had to assemble this simple item, but then, worse than having left over screws, you do not have enough!
Frustrated, you deconstruct the whole thing and decide yours is defective and not complete. You need a refund. Maybe, you just ought to go by a pre-made item.
Ok, this was all a thought experiment or metaphor for how my dieting experience has been, only to have concluded this morning that it is not working because I am missing a screw. No matter what I did that might normally work will not work because I do not have the required parts, meaning my metabolism is broken, and needs to be repaired before I even attempt any of the things I had tried(and failed).
So, yesterday, I was curious so I weighed myself, after my brilliant insight into how it didn't even matter. Like I said, I was curious... I was also overweight. Huh? This really depressed me. I was determined to figure out what I did wrong when the inspiration came that I did nothing wrong yet, but my metabolism needs attention right now. AH, HAH! ofcourse, things were fine and didn't change because of menopause, I had a hysterectomy years ago. They messed up after I began IF and at first it worked great. And, I even came to the conclusion that I needed a break to refeed, but then I just went full-throttle blindly into exercising to get rid of any extra weight (I was 120lbs whereas a suggested healthy weight would be around 150lbs)I panicked when I hit 150 though, and started more and more in addition to fasting and strength training.
I was forced to take a week off when we, as a family, went to Utah to be sealed, and I lost alot of weight and dropped 4 sizes. I weighed about 140lbs, but I felt great. But, now comes to trial of faith to see if I merely draw near with my lips... because I honestly do not care if I gain some weight if it is part of a process, my daughter, Mary, always says, "trust the process." So, that is my morning thought after a low point last night... I even started to think maybe I didn't do all of those fitness programs properly, and tried to find my mistake, but I had been exactly adherents and that really frustrated me more. But, I need to let go of stress, I was doing really well, unaware of my weight. Curiosity killed the cat afterall. I know better. I need to do better. And that's that.