Well, I’ve gained some of my weight back, and it’s really depressing. It didn’t happen suddenly–just gradually, over time, as soon as the stress in my life rose to a fever pitch. So, I’m back trying to get these pounds off, since I’m determined never to go back to where I was before!
But here’s what I hate about trying to lose weight:
1) It is boring to eat salad after salad after salad, day after day after day.
2) I don’t like feeling like I’m constantly waging a battle with myself. On the one hand, there is my logical self that says, “You can do this! You did it before. It’s no big deal. Just move away from that chocolate ice cream and see the results in the morning.” On the other, there is my shoot-myself-in-the-foot, independent self that says, “Life is too short not to eat chocolate. To hell with Weight Watchers! To hell with all those so-called experts. You want to enjoy life! Go on! Eat it!” It’s wearing to be in a constant state of unrest. It makes me wish I were one of those skinny people who have either never had a weight problem and can eat whatever they feel like–or who simply have the ability to walk past, say, a piece of pecan pie sitting on the dining room table and keep going–people who are not constantly beckoned by food the way I am.
3) I hate exercise. There, I’ve said it out loud. I would almost rather go to the dentist than go to the gym and walk on a treadmill or do the elliptical. Even when I add music or a good People magazine to the mix, it’s not enough to make it fun. The only fun I’ve ever had exercising in my life has been when I didn’t think of it as exercising, such as when I was on the volleyball team in high school.
4) I hate the fact that here I am, at 59, still trying to lose 20 pounds. Will I be doing this at 70? At 80?
5) I hate how trying to lose weight makes me feel out of control with my life.
6) It’s so easy to put weight on and so hard to get it off!