Least of all with yourself. I’ve only lost 20 pounds and need to lose 20 more but when I remember what I felt like when I was 246 I ask myself how in the hell did I accept my obesity. How was I ever okay with that? I feel so different being lighter. I can do things that I didn’t even attempt before. Food should never be more important than living a comfortable life.
I’m proud of myself. This is all for me. I’m not trying to impress anyone but myself. I’m not trying to look better for anyone but me. I’m not trying to tell anyone else how to live their life. Losing weight is one of the hardest things to do. It’s never easy and you have to keep doing it until the day you die. And you definitely feel like you’re depriving yourself of some delicious foods along the way. After living a lifetime of adoration of food and adopting food as our best friend this is a hard divorce to go through.
I applaud anyone who can pull this off. I only hope I can keep this up and lose 20 more pounds. For me it’s truly a life saver and a life extender.